Saying everyone was in disarray was an understatement, it was a miracle no one had died on that mission. Frankly Aito wasn't sure whether he was more relieved or angry at the children right now, though he knew that snapping at them for being so reckless wouldn't help anything. At any rate there were other matters that were requiring his attention now anyways, particularly the newest addition to this team of theirs; where had this man come from? Judging by his attire he was in the Saiyan military, perhaps one of the King's men. Seeing someone like that on Uuonoe, the rebel bastion, was unnerving from what he could tell, hearing talks all around him about the enemy amongst them. Being the only able bodied fighter present then the doctor took it upon himself to figure out what the deal was here, and just who this man might be.

"Weak? They faced off against the King of Saiyans, anyone is weak against him," Aito said, frowning as he approached Krom, "And listen to me... Whatever your name is. Korian isn't present, he's off fighting the war that your sides have been waging for an unnecessarily long time now. Yamate and Korian have been going at it as long as I can remember, and I know full well what the situation is." This was all said under his breath of course, as it was information he was positive none of the kids were privy to yet. The fact that this man was informed told him it was a higher ranked fighter, an Elite perhaps. Defected? Not likely, he hardly seemed injured and yet here he was. So what was their game here with sending this man along? "My name is Aito, and I'm the man that you'll be answering to while you're here. Those are my son's friends you injured there, either you or your comrades. If you don't wish to end up in a shallow grave then I advise you cooperate with me and tell me everything." Giving Krom a brief glare he then stepped away and went over to Yumi, smiling sympathetically as she barely looked like she could stand. "These people are here to help, go with them Yumi. I'll let Vegeta and Viral know you've all returned, I know at least Vegeta has been worried sick. Go ahead and get some rest."

"Y-Yeah... Right, thanks..." Yumi mumbled, scrunching up her shoulders slightly when Aito ruffled her hair affectionately. She would much rather go and check in on Viral right now, not to mention be certain the others were fine too, but she couldn't neglect her own health. Her wounds were hastily patched for the journey back and her head was still throbbing, it was important she get that looked at before doing anything. Walking over to a pair of paramedics she shook her head when offered a stretcher, smiling tiredly and waving it off. "I can walk, just... Take it a little slow, okay?" Surprisingly they obliged her, probably in part because she didn't look to be in dire straits really. T'charrl was already been wheeled off into a vehicle and likely taken to a hospital, one where she hoped he'd make a fast recovery. Glancing back at the others she caught sight of Shu who was still out, and Takeshi off by himself. Was he still really all uneasy about that? The twins looked like they were still tired, but at the very least they were getting attention and were awake now. Kabocha looked pretty sore but he was currently trying to push away some IV bag, who knows what for; Haku was freaking out over something, and she could see it was the medical personnel trying to change him into a hospital gown on the spot. Everyone would be fine, even with the brothers having a bit of a bump in the road, she could go and not have to worry.

Takeshi really did want to be with Shu right now, but he was still uneasy and couldn't bring himself to do it. Maybe once the little guy came to he would go and visit, as it wasn't like he'd realize he was there now anyways. He wanted to go and check on his friends as well, but after the display of freaking out over Shu and feeling like he failed he couldn't do that either; he'd thought he had gotten stronger, yet everyone was now hurt because of him, with T'charrl being especially injured by Krom, or whoever had hit him. If he'd just not slacked so much and gotten stronger then they'd be fine, it was all his fault. Glancing up at the medics who came to tend to him he wrinkled his nose in annoyance at them, wanting to tell them off but wincing when he rolled his shoulder and agitated his wound. "Just... Fix me, then help the others," he grumbled, looking away as they got to work.