Joss didn't know the full story, but Nina had saved her once before too. Her nose wrinkled as she looked to the smoke, registering what it meant before she let go of Sherri's hand. She only waited for the others to get out before weaving the way through the cars and people gaping. Survival was something she was beginning to comprehend now and her instincts said away. It had only taken twenty-two years for her to learn it.