T’charrl scratched his chin, feeling a little puzzled over the predicament. Master Roshi didn’t know if he was male or female, in fact differences between a male and female Kaesstrian wasn’t something an alien would be able to understand apart from height and size. Females were a lot larger than the males while he was an exception just now, but there were other things that made them different too. Feeling a little confused by it all, he smiled a little and gave a nod, “I’ll soon understand your ways, but maybe I shouldn’t try to understand something like that”. He was fair enjoying himself despite everything that seemed to be coming to light, feeling refreshed by everything. The drinks were delicious and he couldn’t feel embarrassed about the sheet when it gave him just that little bit more security. Staring at Yumi as he drank up, he still felt a little sad that she confirmed it too. Shifting a little uncomfortably, he looked around at the other aliens around him, feeling a little nervous, “Ehhh I don’t know, I mean…I’m really big too, like real big compared to your kind and wouldn’t I be called out for some kind of monster? I’m just worried about people freaking out over me, I guess”.

Viral definitely had a short term memory thing going on, his mind wandering away as he drifted into a slumber. Leaning on his hand, he hardly seemed to be able to keep his mind together and was allowing it to settle in a pool of mud where he didn’t want to move from. Snoring a little as he rested his head on his hand, he gasped a little when he was bumped, his eyes glancing over to Yumi. He didn’t really know what she was saying or why she was saying such things, but he knew who Master Roshi was as if listening to their conversation and in response he let out a groan and tried to shove her at arm’s length. He wasn’t saying yes or no to it, his unwillingness to do anything and yet was being lead around just made him look submissive. Grabbing hold of the smoothie, he slowly inched it towards him and simply gave it a sniff before slowly sipping at it, any sort of protest hardly looking obvious.