Faith sat back on her heels, watching Sam push at the door with a faintly irritated expression.
"It didn't move before, it's not going to now."
His ignoring of her question both annoyed and worried her, concerned as she was over if he had a concussion.
"We wait," she answered shortly, blowing some hair away from her face. "We wait and we conserve oxygen and we hold on until the others figure out where we are."
There wasn't a damn other thing they could do and Faith hated that with a passion. Hated that the Fire bitch had taken away her control, again. The heat kept rising, or was it Faith's imagination? She certainly felt more lightheaded. The sweat kept trailing down her back as her top clung to her skin, irritating her.
"You might as well sit down," she watched him closely before she had to break her gaze to wipe her hand roughly over her face.
"Fuck it's hot." Stating the obvious admittedly, but what else could she really do? After a brief hesitation she gave in and tugged her top off with a faint growl, throwing the irritating fabric to one side and no longer caring if sitting there in her bra embarrassed Sam or anything. She just needed to not feel as suffocated. The faint twisting map of scars over her body looked paler than usual in the dim light.