He blinks before accepting the beer with a grin, mentally shrugging his shoulders before tipping his head back and pouring some into his mouth. He manages to mostly make it, too, which is a minor miracle, messy a drinker as he is.

The beer is frankly weird, carbonation being strange for him, but the familiar underlying burn of alcohol down his throat is more than welcome. His nose wrinkles, he licks his lips, and he passes the beer back. It'll do.

"What's that called?" Brave or stupid, who's to say? At least this version of Wei Wuxian looks different from the other two, being taller, more handsome than pretty, and with a different build and facial structure. Then again, unlike the other two, he's never been shoved into another body.

As far as the caverns... he leans back, hands settling in the ground behind him. "Mm, mostly the ones angry about what's going on are figuring out if they can really help with defending the city. 'Slong as the illusion's around, there's a chance of getting caught up in it too long to help, and not all the poor animals they see are demons. Some kind of stock needs to be around for after all this." For the rebuilding, he means, more used to that than he likes to be. "Still getting along down there, though. The kids are taking it hardest, but also adapting fastest."