It was plain as day that Viral didn't want to go back to the ship, he'd been probably enjoying being outdoors again. If he was bleeding and sore though they really should head back, just for a quick patch up. If they could get back as soon as possible then they could return with barely any lost time, and the best chance was probably to go ahead and fly him there. There in of itself was a whole new slew of problems however, Viral was never one for flying and he tended to get awfully bitter over it. So when he agreed to go ahead and fly back Yumi was a little surprised by that; she'd do it since it was their fastest mode of travel for the moment. "Of course I can carry you, don't be silly," she responded, walking over to the Beastman. Getting him on her back was probably not going to work too well, so maybe a different approach? Looking him over for a brief moment she finally leaned over, slinging one arm under his legs and the other behind his back, and with one pull scooped him up into her arms. It might be awkward for him but this was by far the easiest way she could think to carry him. "Just keep that shirt pressed to your nose, I'll handle getting us back," Yumi said with a smile, rising up off the ground slowly. Once in the air her grip on her friend tightened, and upon levelling out she shot forward, moving at a fairly quick speed to get back as soon as they could.

Hopefully none of the staff at this restaurant came out to bother them for just dropping in like this. The rooftop was fair scarce, only a few tables were in use, and the ground floor didn't seem particularly busy either. It wasn't so much a matter of availability then as it was simply walking in and sitting down. For all Vegeta knew they may have seriously offended someone here, but until they were actually approached with such concerns he wasn't going to worry over it. There was food to be eaten and with a grumbling stomach he was hard pressed to think of much else currently. Taking a seat at one of the closer tables he waited for the others to join as well, looking around a bit perplexed. No plates or utensils, it seemed, just the containers. So everything they were to eat was going to be with their fingers then? Not so bad, it was fruit and dried meat, hardly a messy meal. "Even so..." Vegeta mumbled, taking one container and opening it up, "How did you three get the money for this anyways? I wouldn't think they would accept Saiyan or Earth currency." Hm, the food in the container looked pretty good; it was prepared in such a way that it resembled a boxed lunch back home. A few strips of side meat coupled with what looked like an assortment of fruits mixed together in a bright display, they certainly were big on presentation here.

Takeshi smiled uneasily when T'charrl hissed at him, almost worrying they were going to have a problem on their hands. Thankfully for everyone involved nothing came of it however, and pretty quickly the Kaesstrian began to change back to his old self. Well, not his OLD old self because that would make everything just peachy, but his less-changed big self. That was a welcome sight, now with luck whatever L'esta had run off to do would help with the rest. Giving the Prince a curious look Takeshi moved closer at last, reaching out and patting his shoulder to try and help settle him. "Hey now... There we go, that should help a bit," he said, glancing at the wound on T'charrl's back, "How about I take a look at that gash, yeah? I can probably at least wrap it up for now, until we find someone to really take care of you, you know?" If the guy ended up changing back to his old self then they would be going right to the Queen; there had to be some royal doctor or something there for T'charrl.