Chasing old demons never turned out well

[Char Aznable]

"Oh, don't worry, girl. I'm going to help you. I'm a dead man anyway, by this point. People that cross your friend's path... They don't exactly stay around the place for long. If you get what I mean."
He emptied his can and got up after he realized that he'd had to get to the fridge to get a new one, but kept talking nevertheless.
"Annika Haupt, Nika, if you're close with her, although I dunno who that description fits these days. Used to lead the Bundschuh, even won the election last year. Killed somewhere between ten to thirty kay people in November '22, when she blew up half of Harburg City."
His mumbling continued while he strolled through the small habitat, finally sitting down on a stack of laundry. He honestly wasn't sure if it was dirty or clean. Probably safe to just wash it again.
"Spent the better part of the past ten years trying to show her the consequences of her doings. Seems some people can just kill your dad, not to mention thousands of poor uninvolved frakkers, and nobody manages to make'em pay for it." Another pause, this time caused by him throwing a datapad in the rough direction of the woman in front of him. Wasn't easy, because she insisted on splitting into two identical clones of herself. Damn.
"I honestly don't know where she is. Found out she's still alive yesterday, 'pparently she sent a transmission to the rest of the Bundschuh trying to cause an uprising against the Rose or something. No wonder I couldn't get it on Bruchsal. Neverthe... Neferrr.... Whatever. Someone said she's now leading some sort of radical group. Down in the Omegas. If I were you, I'd try it on Bautzen. Not many people down there, one or two must have heard if she is actually doing things down there. Just... if you do end up finding her, do me a favor and give her this. I could never crack the password, but apparently it's for her." He pointed towards the datapad with his beercan-holding hand, bursting into a flurry of curses when he realized that he'd spilled half of the beverage in the process, before he sat down again. Why was the air so stale all of a sudden?