He coughed. Then winced and groaned, then winced some more as the blinding, pounding pain exploded into his head. His eyes felt dry and scratchy, his skin a bit too tight and oily as his body protested the abuse he had recently put it through. Fighting against the shakes he sat up, snatching the bottle of boiled water from the armored hand above his face and drank with a faster pace, though making sure to only sip as training kicked in- too much water too fast could be as fatal as too little water too late. "Thanks," he rasped to no one in particular as he stopped long enough to breath and think. Luckily he wasn't so far gone as to forget and then remember in a flood of images, sensations and the like. Though he was darned near.<br/><br/>"I don't want to know where you had to get this water from. Like as not I'll need a thorough sanitation hour after this." The aches in his body were screaming at him but he was able to ignore them for the most part as most of the muscles had already stopped their complaints as they were rehydrated. Finally looking to over to the person who had held the water Patric spied a sight he hadn't thought to see for some time. "Gladiator..." His free hand instinctively rose to his face, in the age old symbol for a smile.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the cool down. My report is the usual story in this case, was separated, attempted to regroup and stumbled on one of the objectives, I assume that is how you found me." As he had talked the water had seemingly vanished from the bottle as he had continually sipped it until none remained. Dropping the container he replaced his helmet atop his head where it belonged and stood.