Guts

Rebecca's ride or die gun. Just like her, this kinetic shotgun hits like a freight train and kicks like a psycho. Every shot's a gamble, and you never know where the recoil might throw you next. To most, the risk of using it isn't worth the reward. But for Rebecca, this beast is what built her name in the streets. She even installed a pair of oversized cyberarms just to absorb the shock of the recoil. "Handle it carefully, unless you're looking to paint the sidewalk with your own guts."

Dog Collar

The collar that once belonged to Rebecca's dog, Cup-Cup. She became his owner after "scooping" him up in the middle of a gig. Her reason...? Just a soft heart she'd never admit to. He was a pug. Cute. Obedient—when he chose to be. During windy nights spent on the street, he'd curl up in her arms and share the heat. She doesn't say it. Doesn't need to. But whenever Cup-Cup comes up, there's a look in her eyes. Sometimes she takes out his collar and runs her fingers over it. Wondering what she could have done differently.

Gold Cyberhand

Pilar's golden cyberhand, one of the few things left of his. It didn't fit her own chrome, but selling it never crossed Rebecca's mind. Nobody ever asked if they could take it. All knew the treatment they'd get: a barrel in the face and a boot out the door.

Edgerunners

Unlike her brother, Rebecca never planned on becoming an edgerunner. They were both raised by the notorious merc known as Papa Sunrise—their only parent. But while he spent years hammering his legacy into both of them, Rebecca never shared Pilar's stubborn hunger to inherit their father's dream. She wanted freedom. She wanted cute things. She wanted to find her own dream in Night City... which meant she spent a lot of time butting heads with her old man. Life doesn't wait for anyone to make up their mind. When Papa Sunrise vanished without a trace, Rebecca and Pilar's lives took a sharp turn for the worse. They found themselves sleeping in the back of a busted-up car—once their father's loyal ride on every gig, now the only inheritance they had left. It was Wakako, the legendary fixer and long-time associate of their father, who threw them a line—or rather, a gig. She gave them a chance to prove they were worthy of Papa's legacy. But there was still a ways to go before the siblings could truly fit edgerunner-sized shoes. Just as Papa Sunrise had always warned, Rebecca was too emotional, too unpredictable, and far too hotheaded for Night City. She nearly tanked mission after mission; instead of following simple instructions from her fixer, she always chose to follow her gut. Pilar couldn't stand it, and the two of them would tear into each other after every job. But in the end, despite all the quarreling, she still wanted to help him achieve his dream. It wasn't until they fell in with Maine's crew that things finally started to turn around. Rebecca and Pilar's habit of jumping down each other's throats became the crew's daily bread—often a loud, profanity-laced background track to their lives. Others would wonder why they kept hanging out if they hated each other so much. But deep down, they really cared about each other.