Shu stared at Takeshi a moment before giving a quick nod, bouncing slightly, “Okay! Clean and then food…clean and food!” he squeaked, pushing passed Takeshi as he moved on into the room. He was pretty happy to get washed now when food was now so close. He didn’t know if there was any spare clothes in the room, but he was fairly alright with going back in his old clothes. Watching as Takeshi got undressed to see how he managed, he looked down at himself before giving a smile, “I won’t! I won’t, since I’m going to get cleaned by the water…” he spoke, pulling at his clothes and trying to get them off in the same way only to get stuck halfway with his top, wriggling around a little before turning to Takeshi, “…I’m also stuck. Why is this so tight now?”

T’charrl was a little lost, giving a small smile at the banter Takeshi was giving Shu. It was all probably due to Takeshi freaking out over Shu eating little creatures, something he thought was pretty strange to bring up a fuss about. It certainly made him feel a little concerned, but he was probably just being paranoid. Since he didn’t have any clothing, he just moved on towards the showers. Giving them a good looking at, he did try and suss out how this worked, seeing the buttons. He figured out that the green was on and the red was off, but he didn’t really know what the cogs meant. Tilting his head a moment, he pressed the green button only to get blasted with water instantly from above as the showerhead, letting out a yelp in surprise. He didn’t expect it to come out instantly and at such a temperature, but it was certainly pleasing after a moment as he reached his head up and moved his snout closer to the source of the water.

Viral felt pretty light-headed, but of course being sat down for so long and in pain for so long it was only logical that his blood would move away from his injured head and towards the bigger source of pain which was his dead arm, making him feel pretty uncomfortable with standing. He needed to manage his balance, feeling pretty terrible and Vegeta sounding oddly far away, “Again…? I shouldn’t need one…at all”, he spoke, trying to resist the temptation to hold his head rather than hold his arm in place, “I haven’t felt capable since leaving the Saiyan’s control…” He was always either near paralysed or dying since being freed, even losing control of himself in the worst of ways. Slowly walking to the end of the ship, he kept his head low and his eyes almost closed the entire way as he just tried to figure out his way along. Coming to a stop at the end of the ship for a moment, he slowly eased his feet down onto the ground before letting out a sigh as Vegeta spoke. He didn’t want to agree with him, but he was definitely facing problems as his blood didn’t want to stay in his head; then again if it was going to his head, he’d probably have blood pouring into his brain, “…Well…I can’t see, how might you think that works out for me…right now…?”