Yumi smiled sympathetically when Viral appeared to struggle. He looked to recognize his cleaver, but there were no vocalizations or gestures that made it obvious. Chances were he probably couldn't even speak in this state anyways, otherwise he would have by now. Even in the other form he had managed to do it, this one then seemed a bit more animal like. The weapon alone wasn't cutting it, so Shu was called over to present the scarf as well. Hopefully a garment that carried a scent with it would serve to do a little more for their friend. Or... it could render him unconscious. Yumi's eyes widened in surprise when, after showing a bit of distaste towards the scarf Viral abruptly collapsed. Why did that happen, it shouldn't have happened. These things were supposed to help him remember who he was and bring him back to himself, not knock him out. "Get off him you idiots, get off!" she said quickly, setting down the cleaver. Waving off Vegeta and Takeshi she scooched closer to Viral, biting her lip worriedly as she looked down at him. Reaching down slowly she rubbed his side and shoulder, hoping to gently rouse him awake. "Viral...? Hellooooo?"

A lot of good that had just done them. Takeshi had lost his clothes so Viral could what, go and fall asleep or something? Bah, really not a worthwhile endeavor. After getting up off of Viral the older boy moved to Shu's side, holding himself as he walked over and shivering slightly. Turned out that being inside of a room in a space ship with no heat was pretty cold when you were nearly naked, who knew? His pants were not all that far off from where they were, but with several tears in the material and not to mention all of the drool he could probably do without them. "So what... He's out cold now...?" he grumbled, frowning as he shifted about. Well at least that meant he wasn't going to go running around, that was nice. More likely than not however they were going to have to move him now, and goodness knows where to. In the state he was Takeshi wasn't exactly keen on transporting somebody around right now. Sitting down next to Shu he looked over, eying the shirt on his brother before shaking his head, rubbing at his arms. Nah, way too small for him, it would probably tear if he even attempted to put it on. Maybe the kid wouldn't mind making one last trip upstairs.