[Wei Wuxian just stares at him for a moment. there's a tumble of thoughts going through his head, threatening to work their way past his teeth and pour from his mouth: why are you helping me? aren't you still concerned with wrongdoing? aren't I am obvious wrongdoer? do you think I'll share information with you if you assist; does that make it worth it? are you suspicious of the Sutoku Alliance too? why did it have to be you, of all people?

fortunately, he's got some common sense, enough to know not to dawdle in a situation like that. he grabs the key with a stiff nod, unlocks the container, and ducks inside with his bag.]