"Unf," was about all the reply he had to Mary's quip. He rolled off his teammate, but he didn't quite manage his feet. He was a little dizzy and crispy. He did manage to stay on his knees at least.

"Jacob," he managed. "Take over."

There were probably local constables to get things squared away with. Someone who could probably think straight and not continually say 'I hate the desert' would probably be needed. Also, it would be Jacob's call when the team would wrap it up and head back to base.