[Nina sucks in a sharp breath, leaning back as she struggles to decide how to continue. She can't just leave this at a simple "yes". That wouldn't be fair to Konoha. Her eyes drop to her hands, absently tracing a line of stitching in her skirt, and she continues in fits and starts.]

I don't know how much he's told you about his life back home. We were... working together. We thought the worst of the job was over, and then he found me, and he'd been shot. If my powers had been what they were...

[If she was still a normal heartrender, she might have been able to save him.]

I don't know who did it. He refused to tell me.