Posted on December 21, 2025
Rescue from Apt 1237 shitter!
Sandra Dorsett is a corpo who talks a good one but is, on a fundamental level, kind of a dipshit. She claims her job is highly consequential, but dresses like a concierge at the White Lotus: Miami. She’s on a constant elevated cocktail of antianxiety/antidepressants and probiotics, because when your sense of self is garbage, at least your gut biome can be thriving. Sandra gets snatched by scavs who want her cyberware, because she is also anti-self-preservation. Your first mission is actually to save her life, and this is the apartment where you eventually find her. She’s clinging to life, though the dude bobbing in the bathtub here wasn’t so lucky. To soften the moment, Jackie Welles attempts to lighten the mood with his best Waluigi impression. Sandra does pull through, but if you bring her the zip drive or whatever that she left behind here, she’s irritated that you’re even talking to her. Sandra’s best quote is: “Not gonna apologize for that, sorry.” Love the confidence, even if the grip is weak. Live your best life, Sandra.