After another sip of her beer, Nina swallowed but didn't answer. What did one say when a new friend admitted to being daggered and kept in a box? "Is...this specifically a you thing?" Not that she'd stop hanging out with Kol. Nina liked him, even if she thought Inej didn't trust him. "Because if it is, I have a few thoughts."
"Thank yoooou," purposefully drawing out the word. She pushed her hair out of her face, looking serious. "This drug shouldn't have existed. And it shouldn't have been administered to grisha, as guinea pigs or...for whatever reason rich entitled shitheads do things."
Her powers once upon a time helped calm people, slowing heartbeats, although she could rupture internal organs if necessary in the war, such as not allowing air into the lungs. Now, though, she controlled the dead. Need an army of zombies? Nina was your girl.
"Uh...I think we need more beer," Nina called out to the server.
"Me too, but he died trying to save us and protect me." And that might be what mattered most in the end.
"He was raised to fear and hate my kind. There is a war as his kind tried to wipe out my people." Nina might hold her own prejudices, but she'd always known not every Fjerdan was terrible. "But, you are right." Matthias loved her the best he could and she knew deep down it would never have been enough.
"Your family sounds...awful," not breaking their gaze. "I mean, it's not like I know you that well, but you seem decent. You've listened to me spilling my guts. For what it's worth, I like you. As a friend. Is...your family why you've been avoiding...people?" After all, it took a lot of work on Nina's part to get Kol to come out with her today.