"So you're not alone, then," Ochazuke replied, then followed, "you are always a man who is prepared, as ever. Are you still the one in charge?"
He busied himself arraying the medical supplies in an orderly pile for containment, having but a single capsule on him, the same he'd had since the incident in Cask with the Dragonball.
Mounting some body armour, he fixed a blaster pistol under his coat, slung another rifle over his shoulder, and grabbed another one off the wall, ready to toss it to any one gather who would have it.
"Hmm."
Ochazuke continued to busy himself with the preparations. Even under the circumstances, he would give their perennial host a moment. After all he'd done, even after a span of twenty years, he'd deserved this reunion, though they ought not to delay for too long.
"If your journey had been a fruitful one, then as ever it will be a trifling thing to see it done," Ochazuke remarked.
Unfurling his bandana, he tied it over his forehead and braced the blaster rifles, one in each hand. "Let's go."