[Zewu Jun seems to latch right on to the metaphor, returning one of his own. Wei Wuxian meets it with a lopsided smile as he takes the offered hand, getting easily to his feet and dusting off, no worse for the wear.

He didn't need to point out how working in groups rarely seemed to work well when he was part of them.]

Right. Maybe we can mark the doors we've passed?

[He pats his clothes, just in case he's left something in his pocket that might be useful for such a thing, but all his writing tools are back in his room. Blood is always an option, he supposes. Works well enough for talismans, in a pinch.]

If you'll check the one we just came through, I'll take a look at the next?

[He pads down the hallway, casting a look over his shoulder toward Zewu Jun. The door looks fairly like the one they just came through, though the lock seems a bit more complicated and sturdy. His hand slides over the doorknob, just to test how hard they'll need to hit this one, but it turns easily in his hand!

The room beyond looks simple and innocuous, not another long hallway, thankfully. And there's a few small cabinets to explore. He leaves it wide open as he walks inside, feeling no need to shout down the hall and alert anyone.

Besides, it's not locked, Zewu Jun can catch up easily, is the last thought he has before the door slams shut behind him.]