Choi smiled nervously, slowly looking away from her and sighing. He was just saying what could possibly happen, but he really didn’t know if he was just joking when it could very well happen. Looking to Yumi, he took in some reassurance that the alien was alright when she found a pulse. So the alien really was just unconscious, but it wasn’t as if he could help worry over him when he didn’t know where the guy’s lungs were to check if he was breathing. Pulling at his collar a little, he backed off a little before gasping when Yumi suddenly shouted in what was presumably T’charrl’s ear, the sound of Takeshi also coming from the door as well.

T’charrl hadn’t made a move since he was taken to the shower, nor did he look all that well. He barely had any energy and was running on fumes, but he was still alive and that was all that counted right now. With no awareness to Yumi’s plans, when she suddenly shouted in his ear he woke up with a start, looking very disorientated before he made a grab for Yumi with an angry hiss. He didn’t seem to be in his right mind, especially considering his large eyes were not fully open and he looked positively out of it with even his attempted grab at Yumi being weak.

Shu hoped Kai was incorrect; his friend didn’t need to be tortured even further by that guy with his nasty remarks and attempts of causing him pain. He didn’t want T’charrl to have to be bullied again, but the guy was already on edge about everything, but for him to get hurt was definitely something to be worried about. Looking up at Takeshi, he squeaked when Yumi suddenly shouted, his eyes quickly going up to him before he made a quick dash, “Yumi! Friend T’charrl!” he squeaked, rushing over immediately before letting out a sudden yell, “Ah! Miss Yumi!” He hadn’t seen T’charrl like this before, but whatever happened he was taken aback by T’charrl’s actions more so than his strange form.

Viral didn’t mean to snap at Vegeta, but he had a whole lot on his mind and having to make deals when he had other plans wasn’t what he wanted to do at all. He wanted freedom and to not carry the burden of a mental problem either, but that obviously wasn’t going to happen. Rubbing his head slowly, he let out a sigh and looked back to Vegeta with a frown, “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t given all of these emotions, then maybe I would still be the most powerful”, he huffed, not too pleased with the thought itself but found it better than having to worry or get stressed out and all those things. He didn’t feel like eating, he wasn’t so keen on sleeping either so he would had been better just skipping those and try to control his hunger where it mattered, “Just now? I’d kick whoever is in the training room out and use that! I know how to program that place and I won’t make it easy for myself either! The limit is the ship itself…and I hate enclosed spaces with no control…”