Kirk was doing no better in the heat. He had taken a spare bit of cloth and tied it around his head at this point and along the back of his neck to protect himself and soak up sweat, and with the glasses Adelaide had discovered he was having a somewhat easier time of it. He had been watching Cassandra for a bit, wondering why it was she insisted on making things harder on herself in all that armor. Not to mention it was potentially dangerous. She had to be cooking in that...

He made his way up to her in the sand, making sure to make noise so she wouldn't be to surprised by his approach. "Hey, you thirsty? You have to be literally baking in all that armor," he said to her, holding out a flask to her. The last thing any of them needed on this trip was to get taken out by heat stroke.