Her phone was gone. The only comfort Faith gained from that was knowing she'd at the very least miss the check ins at the Hyperion which would raise an alarm. While the air was still available she took a moment to close her eyes, focusing on the techniques Jacen and TK had taught her. She wasn't psychic, or Force sensitive or anything like that, but she tried anyway, picturing TK in her mind and trying to send anything, even just a feeling to her friend. But her focus didn't last long and she feared the call didn't get through at all.
She opened her eyes to look at Sam again, her expression serious as she stood to move next to him.
"Hey, there's no 'letting' going on here," she told him sternly. "Ok, we might not get outta this, I know that. But this isn't your fault. It's not your responsibility." In the back of her mind was her talk with Claire. "It's not your job to save me all the time."
She hated the idea of him dying too, hated it with every fiber of her being. So she stood up on tiptoes to kiss him softly on the cheek.
"Besides, if I'm gonna die, there's no one I'd rather be with."