Takeshi couldn't say he would want to wear something of Viral's. The guy nearly always had the same clothes on, and sure, he washed them. But you wore something long enough and it just smelled like you no matter what. He'd had a few shirts like that, he had to get rid of them because he was sick of smelling himself incessantly. "I do not smell like sweat. It's fricken 20 degrees, I don't even think I can sweat!" Certainly not out here, he was too cold to. With any luck the inside of this place was going to be nice and toasty, they could even lose a layer or two while they relaxed. Though that implied hanging around, and far as he knew they had zero intention of doing such a thing. The cold certainly wasn't helping his burns either, he'd think it would but in reality it just made his hands sting more. "Who knows what they put in their medicine. Just because it works for them doesn't mean it'll work for me, you know? I could get sick or something!" Takeshi pointed out, shaking his head. "And I seriously doubt they've got fruit on this planet. I hardly saw any plants at all, let alone fruit. Roots maybe, but nothing you'd want I bet."

If Viral was bashing himself for losing the fight then he ought not to be. Just one look at the Narbu and Yumi could tell how tough the fight must have been for the alien. There was no knowing if Viral had even lost, obviously they hadn't been fighting seriously, otherwise they wouldn't be here right now as guests. Shame that it had done a number on her friend though, his erratic changes must have really taken it out of him. Of course the device Vegeta had slapped on Viral couldn't be helping any really, but until he said take it off she had no intentions of meddling with the device. Her attention was elsewhere anyways, glancing at the drinks offered to them by their host. Figuring it rude to refuse she took two glasses, examining her own. Part of traveling was experiencing new things, and she really ought to make sure it was okay for Viral. Sniffing first to see if it was remotely harmful she took a small sip, a bit curious about the taste. It burned going down and had a strange mix of flavors, she wasn't quite sure if she hated or liked it. It did however warm her up some, so that was nice. "Here, you should have some," Yumi said, smiling as she helped the Beastman drink a bit. When she set him back down she glanced at the glass in her hand, blinking owlishly. "Alcohol...? You think this stuff is alcoholic?" Nah, she knew how alcohol smelled, and with her enhanced smell she should notice it. Just to be sure she took another drink, smacking her lips quietly. "Doesn't taste like it..."

Takeshi wasn't exactly sure if the guards would let him inside, he was sort of carrying a large weapon after all. With naught but a glance his way though he and Shu were shown in, finding the building to be a lot warmer than the cold beyond the door. Smiling happily at being out of the chill for now he glanced around the room, trying to find where Viral was. Lying down, huh? Probably for the best, he must be worn out at this point. Stepping across the room and tracking a bit of snow along the way he knelt down at his friend's side, laying the cleaver down carefully. "We've got your stuff, don't worry. It was easy to find." Hopefully Viral didn't mind Shu using the scarf, he was usually quite particular about that item of his. Sitting flush on his backside now a steaming mug caught Takeshi's attention, and he was reminded of the dryness of his throat. "Hey, drinks! Awesome," he said, reaching out and taking one of the beverages. Before anyone could say something he had taken a long drought of it, and immediately after swallowing near half the liquid he lowered the glass, grimacing. "Holy crap, what is this stuff?!"