Kenshin didn't answer her right away. Nothing could be perceived about how he was feeling from his expression, an expression that was carefully schooled to be blank and cold when not peppered with blood lust in the heat of battle.
Broken... He supposed he couldn't comment. It was during his first moments forsaking his training to become an assassin in the Bakumatsu that had broken him, even if he hadn't realized it until many, many years later as he wandered the globe alone, looking for a purpose for his sword in the wake of peace and the death of his wife, doomed to an eternity of not knowing what was to become of him. He had thought the answer would reveal itself in time, but the gods or fate were ever quiet, this century and some odd years come and gone.
"You're still standing. The truly broken cannot claim that simple measure of strength," he clarified, certain of his assessment even though he knew little of her story and would be unable to ascertain more from the documents alone given his inability to read. Sighing, he went on.
"I am not a mage, but I wonder if Ren has given you to me as some measure of assessing my abilities in responsibility of a slave in addition to his Knights." The vampire was quiet a second longer. "I have never owned one, and so I am at a loss."