Sayomi wasn’t exactly amused when their soldiers brought back goods that they didn’t need or just made them slightly more incompetent than they usually were at the end of a long day. The bringing back of alcohol was a bit much and using it in the space of one night just made quite a mess and lowered performances the next day. Hardly convinced by Korian’s claims that he was indeed teetotal, she smirked a little upon his breakdown of his argument, knowing full well she had won against his own logic. Pulling the computer back to herself and holding it close, she returned to a fair neutral expression before looking away, letting out a sigh, “Why thank you for the break, Commander…” she sighed, looking back to him, “Just got to set out coordinates, if you don’t mind. I’m sure you can handle that, right? I swear, I hope you’re right about eventually seeing that Kaesstrian again; the first time anyone has even bothered to get close enough to study one and it’s very brief”.

T’charrl was trying to be subtle about it and try to relate it to something that this man might find relation to his own proud personality, like becoming so into a battle that he might accidentally hurt someone on his team. He certainly couldn’t quite call it an impulse, but more along the lines of an uncontrollable action that only someone else can stop him from doing so far. He hadn’t seen much since leaving his planet so he didn’t know if other races suffered from the same problems, but maybe this guy might be able to help him without relating it to greed or something similar. Listening to what advice the man could give, he frowned a little in response, “…I see. Sometimes that can be more difficult than it sounds, though”, he spoke, forcing a little smile. If he just could learn to do that then there would be very little problem, but he hadn’t quite got that far yet. Coming to a halt in front of the ship, he stared up at it before giving Leto a quick look again, turning slightly, “Really? I-I don’t know about that…but uhh t-thanks. I’ll try to be great and I’ll try to find control, I’m certain I can do it too…”

Viral was sure that he didn’t need the help, seeing how it was just a simple head injury and a loose limb. He wasn’t completely disabled, he could still stand up and hopefully make it to the chair without looking like a complete fool. Holding onto the chair, he tried to focus on keeping a confident stance before moving back to holding his limb in place, deciding instead to go to the chair that was behind the main pilot’s chair and sliding himself into it while taking care not to slide too far down into it and be unable to stand up again. Everything was just a pain, it wasn’t even that he was feeling weak but rather in constant pain and that pain leading to dizziness and loss of balance. Feeling fairly terrible over everything that was happening to him, he sighed once Takeshi finally got the ship moving again, knowing he was probably going to be scolded by Vegeta for going out to fight in his current mental state