[ sound logic. Fidelio turns his attention to the food trays, mostly piled with snacks he's never seen the like of (Golden Peacock brand clif bars and la croix, jordan almonds, disgusting, but also another with junk food; the cheetos smell especially appetizing). he's a little remiss to throw it all on the floor if it's edible, but this kind of isn't the time to put food over his potential safety. ]

Could be a trap. Nicest prison I've ever seen, like, but I... uh. Don't got an answer for why we don't get to have clothes.

[ has it occurred to him that the other captive in here could be behind it, or know things he doesn't? yeah, but their circumstances seem pretty much the same, so that's probably not it. if it turns out Wei Wuxian can't be trusted, well... he'll handle it.

in the meantime, he settles for moving all the snacks from one tray to another and picking up the empty one. it's less hefty than it looked, and a few test wobbles in his hands don't seem to inspire much confidence. ]

Question is, you do anything incriminating lately? Somethin' that'd get you locked up?