If we're really lucky, it's got some way to call back to base, and get us a rescue. Otherwise, we're eventually going to run out of luck.

[Death from exposure to the elements isn't a quick way to go; you seem fine, and then you decline, and decline, and eventually something gets you. Heat stroke, or some infection from an untreated skin issue, or contaminated drinking water— or just not enough food and water. It's slow and grinding and terrible, and of the many, many ways that Shepard's considered her own death might go, it's pretty close to her last choice.]

Hey, but for now. [A toast with the coconut] I'm alright. We'll get through it.