( Another rude, irritated noise. The strain of the last few days ( weeks? months? ) fraying even more of Wen Kexing's already sharp edges. He glances side wards, through the sweep of his eyelashes at Lan Wangji's hovering hand. ) So, what? Do we just stay here until they stop being creepy? I don't have time for that.

( The hand is becoming more trouble than it's worth, and Wen Kexing, battling a headache, needs only to leave this place and find Zhou Zishu. Then he can come back with enough fuel and fire to deal with this place. )

They took my fan.

( Exasperated. The vibrating figures in the walls leer. Wen Kexing scowls back. ) And yet I could still fight them.