Chasing old demons never turned out well

[Char Aznable]

He had to admit that her figure did look quite pitiful. Whatever had happened to her was likely a pretty traumatic event, that much she could tell. Sadly, he'd never been very good at these sorts of talks. It'd taken him five years to even find a contact to the Bundschuh because of this, and sure enough, his people skills would fail him now too. Getting women to sleep with him? No problem. Most of the time. But being there for them when they were down? Not really.
He took a longer swig before responding, rummaging through the pile of datapads on the sofa next to him with the other hand.
"She's a little harder to find these days than she used to be. Might be 'cause I ratted her out, a year ago or something. Not that it really matters, cause she survived. She fraking survived an MND hitsquad, and now she's probably coming for my arse. So... Before you kill me with that glare of yours, why don't you at least tell me why you are looking for her?"
His tone was dry, and had he not been that drunk and frustrated, he'd likely not been that loose-lipped. At the same time, however, what did it matter? This chick was either a pretty good hitwoman (hah!) or just a scared kid unfamiliar with the stabbing-related nature of Bundschuh politics. So he was either dead now, or in a few days. He'd seen what had happened to the HVEB, after all, and those were only believed to be responsible for the 'treason'.