It was inappropriate. And the timing sucked. But still, Faith couldn't resist taking a moment to practically drool over the way the t-shirt clung to Sam's chest. It was teasing, cruel really.
You know if we're gonna die here, the least you can do is make Sam take that t-shirt off as well she thought more than prayed to whoever might be listening.
She lowered herself to the floor again, feeling slightly more lightheaded than she cared to admit as she slipped the combats off as well, and lying back in her bra and underwear as she looked at the ceiling.
"I think this was a freezer originally," she said, almost idly. "So yeah, we're not going to die here," she propped her head up on her hand as she looked at Sam. "Because I refuse to die in a freezer that isn't even cold." That said she settled back down, resting her head on the floor and concentrating on controlling her breaths.
"Best chance we got is the others finding us and that means we gotta make the air last as long as we can."
Which meant not wasting energy, not freaking out. Definitely not thinking of buried-alive, coffin similarities. Those would be very bad. Faith was far closer to freaking out than she wanted to admit, as she forced herself to remain at least faking calm.