For a moment, he had blacked out...when he came to, he was sitting away from the face he had uncovered in the sand. Trembling, he was trembling in a state of shock. There were two others near him, and they'd seen him in such a weak state. Charlie took a few deep breaths as he rose, brushing sand off his pants and shirt, he composed himself as quickly as he could...though the image in his head of the eye kept him trembling, ever so slightly. Looking over at the two people carefully, he recognised one as the navigator, and the other one was unfamiliar to him. Must be a passenger. Going over to the woman, but still keeping his distance, he smiled at her politely before gesturing to under a few tropical trees a short distance away, "I'm alright miss, I just...let the heat get to me, but it's be unbearable to think that the heat may get to you. Please sit under those trees, I'm sure the crew will get the situation under control soon!"

Waiting for but a moment, he crossed over to the navigator, discreetly kicking sand onto the face he had uncovered as he did so. Looking over the man carefully, he went up close to whisper, though he keep his eyes shut so the proximity of other eyes would give him worse shakes, "Look, I don't want to cause a panic, but I found a body buried in the sand here." Judging from the single handful of sand it took to uncover a forth of the face, the body was covered up by only a few layers of sand, though effectively so, "What's the protocol for such an event?!" He whispered to the navigator quiet, yet harshly.