Sam made a slow go of dismounting Unit 3,due more to his exhaustion than anything else.  He wasn't so afraid of the team's new 'guest', since he could see that the sensor-truck crew had her covered with the top-mount vulcan.  No, Sam was recovering.<br/><br/>The idea of a million tons of sandstone dropping onto him, eternally encasing him in a Gundam-type Mobile Suit, well...  that just didn't settle with Sam too well.  He'd spent time in space, had his GM suit shot up horribly, and been adrift fro two days in the cockpit of that suit, orbiting Earth before an SAR flight found him.  Still, even though he'd been through that, the idea of being buried alive in this scrub desert, he didn't like it.<br/><br/>Once he was on the ground, Sam staggered his way over to the sensor truck, and liberated a fresh canteen of water.  He needed it, since he felt like he'd sweated off twenty pounds at the control of Unit Three.<br/><br/>"Hey.."  he said, to the Zeon pilot.  "You want a drink?  You probably should hydrate, since it's hotter than hell out here."<br/><br/>Sam guzzled heavilty from his canteen, and when he was done, he drizzled a bit onto his overheated head, letting the comparatively cool water take some of the heat off of him.  Then, when he was feeling a bit better, he brought his eyes up, and finally noticed that the boss hadn't been alone on his arrival, either.<br/><br/>"Sniper?"  He squalked.  "Izabel??"