( Wei Wuxian is still staring a little forlornly after the cart. He'd hoped that'd be slightly more dramatic, instead of... comedically underwhelming. When he looks back to Crowley, he lifts his hands, palms up, and sighs. )

To get you to stop without uh. Trying the ill advised idea of tackling... you... since the... whatever it is, and all.

( He gestures toward the gun. )

People get kind of, ah. Touchy. Over the voices.

( The cart, bless its metal frame, is still somehow rolling. Riiiiii-riiiiiiii-riiiiiii. )