Nina's sure her nervous system's about to go on strike, judging by how it's working on overload as she walks over to the table and pulls out a chair to take a seat. She's seething inside, watching that little display of how sure they were that it'd be her that would be on the other end of those text messages, and as she leans forward to place her hands on the table she's wishing she'd been smarter about the whole damned mess.
"Did you not attend that ball the other night?" she replies, her just about as even as she can get it considering the riot going on internally. "The Capitol has the best of everything in Austin. How could I resist a bite before bed?"
As hard as she's trying to put on a brave face, though, and act like she can keep up with her side of the charade, Nina knows that she deserves to be caught, to be taken just like Demi has. She's no better than the woman, nor Adelaide; all the evidence they need to hold her for questioning is right in her purse, tucked into a back pocket in the inner lining. All those deaths from October weigh heavily on her shoulders if she stops moving or working long enough to let it settle down. The guilt's died down some, but it's never entirely left. She won't put up a fight if they take her in.
Still, she breathes in and out, taking measured breaths, and smiles. "I hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving."