True, he hadn't seen anyone else wandering around, looking like they'd been drugged. It was possible he'd had a bout of bad luck and picked a bad one of the bunch, but when he pulls out that scrap of green paper, Wei Wuxian's eyes narrow, his smile diminishing. If his soul-twin had his memory tampered with because he'd pursued the clues behind it, they were all at risk.

He pulls a matching scrap from his own pocket.

"Did you call them?" he tries, worried about asking more if anyone else might be listening.