You obviously haven't met enough Pandorans if you think I'd be dead just from that hullabaloo. Or from walking through desert for a measily half a mile.

[But she is breathy and sweaty, and she doesn't bother to mask the fact that she's headed straight for the nearest shady surface to doctor herself.

If only there was some water around. But it wouldn't be the first time she's had to deal with less than ideal circumstances.]

Make yourself comfy, we can break for a bit.