Wei Wuxian, for his part, mutely arches his brows, lips pressing into a thin line before he, too, chuckles. That this has been an epicentre of activity was what he'd been sensing and speaking of, had been part of why he'd done as Tidus had suggested, the eventual connecting with the man wearing the woman and his own quietude on the particulars of possession. He's been whipped enough in proof that he isn't, to find it dry walking around in the company of those who can: the train provides in this way, too.

"At least we're all being civil at the moment," Wei Wuxian says, leaving it at that, tipping his head to 'Olivia' and then planting one fist into the flat of his other palm. He doesn't wear Chenqing, and Suibian remains universes away. Empty handed, but not with a lack of respect: power and ability are their own earmarks, and to that he can show proper acknowledgement. "Well met, and thank you for your gracious... consideration."

Carnival made no sense, but a play is something he understands, and it does not make him feel particularly restive. If anything, his head feels even worse, and he swallows his sigh to drop his hands back down to his sides.

"If we're following your lead, so be it. But I agree with wanting to know if you have an aim, or if we're all making it up as we go once we go." A tip of his head to the stairs; that way, even more intensity lies.