While showering together was a little peculiar Takeshi sincerely doubted Shu would get all that clean on his own. Considering that chances were they'd end up in the same bed per usual he didn't want to have any Shu-crawlies sneaking onto him in the middle of the night. Following his sibling into the stall he shut the door behind them, closing the latch and looking around for shampoo and soap. Finding two little bottles tucked in the corner he set them both on a nearby shelf, moving then to turn the water on. "Your hair is only going to smell bad if we don't clean it, and we're [i]definitely[/i] doing that," Takeshi remarked, turning the shower head on and letting the water run. The initial spurt was fairly chilly, but with a quick turn of the knobs it was quickly changed to a warm, soothing temperature. Grabbing the shampoo bottle he grabbed hold of Shu's shoulder, flipping the cap open with his thumb and smiling. "Alright, I'm putting this in your hair, it'll clean it. You might want to close your eyes while I'm doing it though, it could sting." That was the only forewarning Shu got as Takeshi turned the bottle over, dumping a good sized glob into his hair just to be sure it would come clean. Setting the bottle back down he then went about busily making suds to wash as thoroughly as he could.

In the next stall over T'charrl was wondering where the others had gone to, and it was a fair question. They hadn't been welcomed upon getting back to the ship, not that it had been expected of them. With everything going on they were likely busy with something else, or avoiding any awkward confrontations with the rebels. "Everyone's fine I'm sure dude. Yumi and Viral are getting taken care of and the rest are probably just sitting around waiting for something to happen." They'd know for sure once meal time came around, as not a damn person on this ship would skip out on a meal. Besides Viral, of course.

If Viral had lost a fair deal of blood already at least he wasn't losing it now. Check as he might Vegeta couldn't find any fresh blood seeping out, the only sign he'd bled at all being the crusted bit on his head. Bleeding from the head was certainly by no means a small matter, they were going to have to be extra careful to make sure there was no serious damage done. Just what a guy with depression needed, head trauma. "Would you prefer if I kept you locked up so you couldn't risk hurting yourself?" Vegeta asked rhetorically. "I let you do it because it's what you want to do. I know you, and you'd hate to be denied a chance to fight, no matter what the circumstances may be. Though admittedly letting you go out if you were in a condition like this would be a very bad idea..." Pushing the cart and himself to the side as a group of rebels walked on by the pair continued on, the infirmary still a little ways away down the corridor. "I bet if we found the right food you'd be able to eat it," Vegeta responded, smiling hopefully down at Viral. "Since red meats are off the table have you considered seafood? We got a fair load of food from the rebels that will more than last us until we reach Earth, and there was fish amongst it. Think you'd be able to stomach that?"