Nina had seen more than her share of wounds in her life, but none like those that Sherri showed as she stepped out of the bathroom. And then, before she could really look, the woman had darted away again. With a slight frown, she glanced from the man to the doorway Sherri had disappeared into and wondered if they knew each other or if Sherri always responded like that to men in her apartment. "Joss?" She said the name like a question, wanting more information to try to work with.