Andrea looked at the girl that stepped into the lifeboat. She struggled to breath normally, coughing as she tried to stop any more hyperventilation. She spoke, her voice strained and shaky. "S-s-she's d-dead isn't s-she." She knew the answer. There was no way that she could have survived. Despite her religion and beliefs, it doesn't make losing her best friend any easier for her. She coughed again, taking a deep breath. Her asthma was starting to kick in now, causing her to begin to cough.