[ bless him for that, because boy does he know. first thing he does is pull down on that robe and readjust how he had it belted, since loosened during all his rumbling around. not that he's overly concerned with modesty at a time like this, but—come on, man. ]

Not bare-handed, unless you're gonna say you're that strong. You don't look it, no offense. I already tried banging on it a little.

[ there's a special sort of lack of apology in his voice at that "no offense," like he's used to being a smartass all the time and maybe half of what he says "no offense" to is actually offensive, but in this case he's definitely not trying to get on Wei Wuxian's nerves. not when they're stuck in here with no clothes and no idea what's going on. a tilt of his head toward the back he just crawled through from, and Fidelio finishes fiddling with his robe. ]

There's bottles 'n whatnot back there. Could work, maybe. Or the trays? If that glass's as thick as a runner's, though, we got problems.