Sam breathes a bit of a sigh of relief, shortly followed by a wince as he blinks his eyes open. There's bruising around the eye socket, likely of the stiff frame of the goggles the only thing between him and a punch. Blood on the side of his face, too, and she'll recognize the signs of other broken bones and cracked ribs easily with how he's holding himself.

"Can you do me a real solid? Some water would be... honestly just about the best thing I've seen all day."

And he clearly could fetch it himself... at great pain.