Kanan can feel the skin across his cheeks pulling a bit, and there's sand crusted in his throat and in his eyelashes. Heat isn't his favorite, but it's better than biting cold, so he's not complaining.

But he does kind of wish he had brought a second canteen. Maybe there'll be time to refill it in Mos Elrey, but if not, at least he's got half of it left.

And, given that he suddenly has an urge to upend the entirety of his canteen over his face, he is going to stop thinking about water now and focus on the job at hand.

"I'm guessing we'd do better not sneaking in?" he ventures, after clearing his throat twice.

Sand. Honestly.