Dropping a location pin that navigates towards The Arena, V's waiting outside, watching for newcomers with eyes that certainly aren't organic. Neither are his hands which is obvious enough if anybody looks at him for more than a brief glance. In fact, there's a few visible signs of hardware that are synthetic in nature.

He's broad in a way that sometimes can look intimidating, but he works hard not to take up more space than is fair. That he is a walking murder machine is purely by coincidence, and he quirks a warm smile when he thinks he spots his newfound acquaintance. He's not met a dark elf before, but he doesn't seem to miss a beat. He's used to seeing all kinds of body modifications in Night City, and he's hardly a perfect example of a fully organic human being. Different doesn't faze him.

"Quicker than I figured you'd be. Nothin' moves faster than an empty stomach."