V made a small noise of amusement at the response to the chemskin. "Dyes to change color'f skin. Any color you can think of. Blue with tanlines included." As if that was somehow incredibly normal outside of the scope of Night City.

White eyes with synthetic black print met the red eyes examining him. He didn't move back as the man came a little closer. The examination he was under was something he wasn't used to but it didn't intimidate him. It could just as easily be a show of strength that he didn't back down, though. At this point the cat was a purring little ball of fluff.

"Pretty ubiquitous where I'm from. Keep my feet firmly planted on Earth, can't afford bein' a highrider. What, the people you seen from like the 70s or 80s or somethin'?"