It was simple enough to see that Sam was in no mood to talk or to have company. Whatever he'd seen or was thinking in reference to it was plenty bleak, Joey knew that much.
She took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. "You're lying, but I'll pretend I believe you," she said with a sad smile, looking back over at him. "I'm not a person who's real big on faith — I haven't really been given a whole lot of reasons to have faith so far in my life. But I do have faith that these assholes who put us here aren't going to let us die. That's just bad science. So...she's gonna be okay. When they're done with whatever fucked up experiment they're running right now, she'll be okay, Sam. I have to have faith in that or I'll go insane...I know I'm probably just some kid to most of you guys, but maybe you should take a page out of my book, in that respect," she offered as she got to her feet. It was probably better to give him some time for himself.
Shaking her head, Joey shrugged. "No, that's okay. I got it. I have a million runners. I'll be fine. If you need anything, though," she said as she started to walk backward down the hall away from him to give him some space, "you'd better write me and let me know. Deal?"