Shu didn’t fully understand Takeshi with that, not really understanding what being allergic meant. He didn’t understand a lot about medicine, but he did hear everytime that it was needed and helpful. He didn’t really understand the Saiyans all that much either, but going for those tanks certainly made him curious as to what they actually were and why they had to get really wet to get heal when medicine could be consumed instead. Frowning a little, Shu shook his head at the Vegeta remark, “He doesn’t talk to me much and I don’t understand the doctor guy. I thought that medicine was different too! It’s not for feeling ill but something else, right? Oooh, I don’t understand medicines…” With giving the scarf to Viral again, the Beastman seemed pretty unhappy with Takeshi; however, the drink he took made Viral laugh. Shu didn’t understand it, but he didn’t know what that drink was other than Takeshi didn’t like it at all.

Viral probably would had killed Takeshi if he left his stuff outside in the freezing cold only to get lost forever, probably jump out from his place and tear his face off despite his lack of energy. He was definitely annoyed at him for doing such a thing, especially when he remembered trusting Takeshi with his stuff. His scarf getting lost would had been just as bad as getting his cleaver lost, especially when both of those ‘objects’ happened to be his most important. Glaring at Takeshi angrily, the only amusement he could find was his suffering over the ingestion of a Narbu specialty. The kid was too quick to do anything, even if it was something he shouldn’t be drinking so quickly. If he was quick to drink something like that quickly then maybe it was best not to give him anything stronger in the future, “Even with a cold…”

From the sounds of it, Vegeta had talked to the Chieftain in his favour and come to an agreement, hopefully one that meant all that was worth it. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him from this point on considering he only vaguely remembered seeing the ship when he was dragged off. If he could last going off towards the ship like this then that would be fine, but his energy wasn’t exactly recovering very well if only a little slowly. He wanted to sit up or at least have the ability to look at himself, especially when he had been in a pretty big fight and might have sustained injuries. As much as he hated this whole recruitment run, he still seemed to have accomplished something whether he lasted the ten minutes or not. Trying to shift himself, he tried to push himself up but could barely lift his head, his biggest problem right now being how awkward he felt while lying down like this.