"I'm all right," Christine says for Inessa's benefit before continuing down the stairs. The screams and smells of fire and blood permeate her senses, but she pushes on, alert and ready to dart between stacks if it looks like one of these visions is about to block her path. Faith says with them, watching the scenes around them with a sort of detached gaze. It's not in her nature to understand things outside her purview until Christine explains them thoroughly. All she knows is that fear is preying on these women and they need to hold onto some belief to get them through. She can provide that.