He's never more than a few lengths behind, chasing Shepard up from the basement and into the bar. His playful smile doesn't leave his lips, even as he huffs for breath, trying to steady his heartbeats, so he can blame the flush in his cheeks on alcohol and a night of laughter with a friend.

Wei Wuxian is still chuckling softly as he motions for a glass and joins her.

"Cheers," he nods, and raises his cup once it arrives. The drinking customs here are certainly different, he's noticed, and most of the cups too large to drain in one go, though it rarely stops him from making a concerted effort that usually ends with a fair amount dribbling down his chin. He doesn't have his usual sleeves, so the back of his hand has to do for wiping away the excess.

"So," he huffs a breath, "where were we? Bio... Biotics?"