Nina had known that another encounter with Javert wouldn't go well. If they both got out of it alive, he would be unlikely to let it go and if they hadn't both gotten out of a confrontation alive-- that was a whole other set of problems. She hadn't liked making herself susceptible by drugging herself but there were little other options. Eponine couldn't roam free tonight. Nina almost felt bad for it-- she had grown almost accustomed to the girl-- but in the end there was no question. She couldn't trust anyone but herself to keep herself alive and she especially couldn't rely upon a work of fiction who followed her heart.
When the sun began to rise, she had just started to come to and she raised the blinds and allowed the bright rays reflecting off the city buildings to stab her into awakening. A few seconds later she had a protein bar in her hand to skim over the forum and check the night's body count. When she saw Joss's post, it only took a moment to make a decision. True, she only knew how to treat injuries from fists or knives or bullets, but Nina suspected that that was rather more than Joss knew.
With remarkable speed, she had pulled a worn-looking bag out and was securing her apartment as she left it. The hall and stairs were deserted and she pushed the door to Sherri's open slightly without knocking, before thinking better of it and rapping lightly on the frame.