She's got a rule. Don't use pharmaceuticals to get through a pharmaceutical crash. Pain management is it's own thing, not covered here, but the answer to the stimulant aftereffects is grunting and stumbling through the morning routine, not more drugs. It's an hour and a half, actually, till she feels human enough to check her phone over the remnants of yesterday's takeout, reheated for breakfast. 

And she's real confused, after that nonsense. Not that Bigby seems off. He seems absolutely normal for interacting with somebody the second time, when it turns out they were actually famous for something really iffy. She's had a lot of experience with the reaction. She's got no idea why he's reaching out, or what The Log Inn is. Never been. But, honestly, right now she's playing the waiting game while she sees what's next, so she's got no reason not to go. Throw on a light jacket, a scarf, a nice silk wrap skirt that one of Sobha's nieces had given her, and don't deign to notice any reporters still out front as you walk to the train station.

She does call Skels back from the train, twice, before she texts Bigby a rough eta. Friends before leads, every time.