Chasing old demons never turned out well

[Char Aznable]

Getting up was a little harder than he'd expected, especially because for some reason the ground suddenly seemed very eager to keep him close. He still managed, even though he realized that it probably didn't exactly look very elegant. He sighed as the realization hit that that particular ship had probably sailed the moment he'd opened the door trying to hug the carpet, but well... Impressing girls had once been a staple of his. Not that there were many interesting ones on this hunk of...
"Come in.", he mumbled without properly realizing what she had said until he had closed the door behind her. Then the words suddenly took shape in front of his inner eye. Frak's sake. Fate really didn't exactly want to let him just sulk in peace, did it. No, it had to rub it in, had to show him one middle finger after another. Another sigh exited his chest, this time a defeated one.
"I guess you are speaking to the only person left on here that knows more about that, yeah. Who did you have to bribe to find out? Also..." He moved a little closer, grabbing one of the cans from the floor - one of the ones that were still cold, he noted in his mind - "Beer? If we're talking about Miss Lazarus, we might as well, don't you think?"