"Y-yeah," he says, taking the offered water bottle and unscrewing it. He takes a long drink from it, draining nearly half of it before he takes a breath. Coughs again. He sounds a little better this time at least, and he offers the bottle back to him.

"Thanks, uh... No, not exactly as expected," he murmurs, reaching up to start dusting sand out of his hair, squinting so he doesn't get any of it in his eyes. It takes him a beat, but then he's grinning at Gail. Despite all the sand, he seems quite proud of him.

"You did it though! You stopped. You'll get better as it as you go."