This is all extremely screwed up, but she's doing her utmost to resist, you know, pointing it out repeatedly to the other people suffering the screwed up situation. If they get rescued, she can yell at their rescuers about how everything is weird as hell. That seems like a good solution.

"I, thankfully, remain my beautiful self." There is something deeply self-mocking in how she says it.

"Well, okay. Do we wanna, I don't know, figure out a plan? I mean, maybe a group doing a sweep to see if they can find any more supplies and firewood while another group works on moving those bodies? Burning those outside to try and create a smoke signal ain't a bad idea, but I reckon that we wanna save the wood and the straw for keeping up warm, as much as we can. I mean those things were pretty fucked up - I don't know if any of us wanna chance inhaling the smoke that comes off 'em."