Faith glanced at the shoulder wound before offering a dismissive shrug.
"It'll be fine." Slayer healing and all. While no where near the level of impressive as the Claires, it would allow her to focus on other things. Like getting the hell outta here. The heat was already rising and she could feel the sweat starting to roll down her back as her hair clung to her neck.
"We need to get outta here and then deal with the vampires no doubt on the other side."
She pulled off her jumper, throwing it to one side to join the jacket, leaving her in just a tank top, before she stepped over to join Sam checking out the furnaces.
"What about you?" She frowned in concern, a tentative hand reaching out to gently brush over the side of his head. "How badly are you hurt?" She held up her other hand, three fingers stretched out as she offered a small smirk. "How many fingers am I holding up?"