It's not Cuno. It's Cunoesse.

"Cuno, they've almost made you a snitch now..."

"Ease off, C. Cuno always takes the bullet over the hammer." He nods, big-boy style, incredibly proud of himself.

He'd rather die than work with the justice system.

"Hey Cuno -- think you can turn the Cuno down for a moment? Let's talk like normal people."

"Tryin'a fuck at the Cuno! Tryin'a fuck at me! Tryin'a fuck!" He spits fast. "Cuno only gets HIGHER! It's faster-faster-faster! Can't take the Cuno -- stay out of the reactor!"

"Cuno gonna FUCK YOU UP!" She pumps her bony fists in the air. "UP! UP! UP!"

Normal is not what we got here. You've got to work with what you have for now.

"Cuno -- 'City of Rage'? 'Night City'? What's going on there? I'm intrigued."

"Nooooo..." The evil shit behind the fence hacks like she's coughing up a furball.

"You told him about it and now he knows you're lame!"

The prospect of the Cuno turning lame is physically painful for her.

"The city's not fucking lame, you are lame! Cuno's tired of defending Rage City from..." He waves his hands in the air. "Just fuck off, alright."

"And fuck you too," he adds, turning to you. "Putting Cuno on the spot like that. Cuno doesn't need to fucking explain his shit, Cuno's KING, he rules here -- fuck did you want?"

Explain himself? As if... explaining some kind of work? Some kind of avant-garde work way ahead of its time?

I'm intrigued.

You must get to the bottom of this, one of these days. Sadly, it's unlikely to happen today.

No. I'm not interested. I don't wanna art.

Stop denying it. You want art all over you. You want to smear yourself in art, been dying to ever since you got up...

He's on your crime scene, bossing you around. And he's been here for some time, too -- this is where he hangs out. You have to get more out of him. He could be useful.

You were too pushy last time. Think this through, try to really understand the psychological bond Cuno has with Cunoesse.

Okay. So what's the deal with Cunoesse?

Just look -- while Cuno has no problem being near you, she always hides behind the fence, afraid for her life, like she's done something. Something very bad.