T’charrl didn’t want to let his friends down by getting all stressed out, his powers probably ending up going crazy in response to that and giving them all a bad time in general. He couldn’t control what went on in his head and he knew how much everything depended on his mental state and if he wasn’t going to be able to keep it together during a simple fight against a small rebellion then there was going to be trouble all across the board for all of them. He was just trouble in this state with how little he could control himself, making him a danger to everyone and his friends. He should probably sit out if that was the case, give his friends a break to be together without feeling the need to butt in just to feel a part of the gang. Staring down at the metal container he was given in contemplation, he quickly looked to Takeshi when he spoke up, dismissing the idea of smoothies and asking him questions, “Uhh, n-nothing…I just don’t think I should…”

It was hard to explain himself when he was just alright with being told it was okay if he didn’t want to go. He didn’t want to hurt anyone so that should have been it, no need for this further embarrassment. Maybe he should go back to his room, take the strange container just incase he shook off the feeling and somehow managed to figure out how to get to the innards. Turning slightly, he quickly looked back to Takeshi at the mention of a doctor, shaking his head, “Wait, uh, no…” he started off but Takeshi was already quick to try and get in contact with someone without even letting him answer for himself. This was pretty difficult, just trying to explain himself so that maybe he would seem sane and not sick; he may look pretty battered by the sand and wind but other than that there was nothing visibly wrong with him.

Lowering his head he let out a sigh, only looking to Takeshi when he slapped him. Shuffling his feet a little as he remained seated, he stared at Takeshi before lowering his head again, “You didn’t need to…I’m fine”, he spoke lowly, shaking his head, “Why do I need a doctor over that?” He didn’t understand it, but he didn’t want to start an argument now that he was probably wasting somebody’s good time. He didn’t need to say what was upsetting him because he knew he would upset Takeshi if he said, knowing how sensitive the guy could be over the way he acted sometimes. War was always harsh on a person’s mind, but then seeing something that was commonly used to kill people instead being used on food he was supposed to eat made him feel pretty ill and stricken with negative emotions.

Shu didn’t know what was wrong with T’charrl either, especially when he said earlier how hungry he was and how thirsty he thought he was. He knew their friend was sensitive to a lot of things that was new to him, but he didn’t think the sight of their fruit would make him so ill that he needed a doctor. Tilting his head a little as Takeshi dealt with T’charrl, he frowned a little before looking to the crate as Takeshi mentioned a plan, bouncing to his feet, “Yeah! Yummy fruit!” he cheered, stumbling a little as he tried to balance with the shoes on, “Ooh! We can get fruit from this planet too before we leave! I would like that too!”