Dragon Ball Z: Saiyan Pride. » Places

         Cragin would be pulled from the tank, laughing. The Qynian doctor would be taken aback a moment. But proceed to help him. He would feel numb, his body limp. He would look down with blurry eyes at the new scars he now owned with pride. His skin was pale, the pale blue liquid that clung to his body would slide along the old scar that looked as if it was new at his ribs. He would reach up, feeling coming like blocks of ice to his arm, weighing it down. Against the pull he would run it through his hair. He would feel a long scar at his scalp where the hair was faint. Cragin would crack a triumphant grin as the doctor extended a hand to check Cragin's vitals. He would merely take it with his own hand looking the doctor in the eye. His voice would be an echo, a ghost to his own adjusting ears. "Thank you." He would use the weight of the doctor to help pull himself up. The bewildered Qynian would raise an eyebrow with wide eyes murmuring a 'You're welcome.'

But if Cragin had heard it, he clearly didn't show it. He would struggle against his adjusting body, grabbing his elite armour and pulling it on over his bare chest, grabbing fresh, black pants and pulling them on then pulling on his boots and wristguards. Lastly he would take a length of red cloth tying it around his waist for a belt. He would inhale deeply taking in the air. His smile fading a moment, 'Rubis.' It was time to see what the Saiyan was up to, possibly tracking down pirates to pick on. Cragin would raise two fingers to his head disappearing in an instant.

He would appear in the corner of a small cell, bewildered. His voice would be a low whisper as he took in his surroundings, noting the Saiyan on a bed at one side of the room. "What the hell.." He would blend into the darkest corner, crouched and soundless. With dismay he realized he couldn't use instant transmission to leave. He tried three times before forcing himself to be okay with it. He would wait patiently, becoming part of the room.