She vaguely recalls a post on the Freenet, now, about interviews -- something about cameras and how the user would be willing to go to whichever shelter was needed. Nina hadn't thought to volunteer herself; she was a private person and sharing didn't come naturally, even without a camera pointed at her.
She takes a moment to duck into her little kitchen, returning with two bottles of tonic water and setting them down in front of "So you're, what was it? 'Slapinthefarce'?" She has a good memory, after all, has to for her job. Nina pauses to uncap her bottle, then says, "I represented him in trial. Several years ago." It's the truth, after all. No point in hiding that. "Six, I think. How do you find yourself running these kinds of errands?"