Can't hurt to give it a once over, and I'll be able to tell you from there.

[ Retracting himself from the generator, he moves slowly — there's too many jagged edges ready to snag and tear him up. Too dangerous for all involved and besides, there's no way to find bleach in a desert much less spray it in delicate equipment without someone wanting an explanation. No, much better to be safe than sorrier than he already is.

He flips open the tool box, he paws through with one hand while the other finds his glasses. Needlenose pliers to strip the wires, spare copper to bridge any gaps, and a soldering iron to put it all back together. ]

I'd say hot but I think that's a given, ma'am.