[ Lance motions to the pods Hunk and Pidge just came out of, trying not to think about how parched his own throat is. ] Water and food in the pods, plus if you find any bugs around, they taste kinda like chicken.

[ RIP Darcy and Bingley. ]

For shade, there's a downed ship past the dune out there--[ he points ]--that's been giving us shelter, but right now it's sucking the power right outta the suits.

[ Hunk and Pidge are smart people. He doesn't really need to explain why that's a bad thing, right? They can put two and two together and figure out 'life support', hopefully without requiring a hands-on demonstration like yours truly. ]