[ Just two naked guys in the back of a limo!! Well, nearly naked. But these robes ain't hiding much. Wei Wuxian is actually aching to get some pants on himself but if the problem is getting out of this... thing... that they're in, then that needs to be addressed first.

At the no offense, Wei Wuxian looks a little wry. Fidelio isn't wrong, of course, but Wei Wuxian knows he could break it if he had his flute. He does not have chenqing though and so, he's stuck with this flimsy little body of his. Ugh. What a pain in the ass.

He looks in the direction of the bar and for a moment, wonders if that's alcohol and if he can drink it. Now is not the time to crack open a drink though so he shakes the thought from his mind and moves over in the small space, closer to the bottles. He picks one up, assessing the heft of a champagne bottle curiously. Then he lifts a hand to rap on the window closest to him with his knuckles, assessing the thickness.

He also doesn't know what Fidelio means by runner but he's not going to ask just yet. ]

I think the bottle will shatter before the window does.

[ Alright. Okay. Doors are not opening. Windows are closed. If only they would open! If only he knew there was a button to press to open it! ]

There... has to be a way out. Why would we wake up in this box if there wasn't a way to leave it?