Shen Qingqiu had returned in hopes of finding something better than the ugly blue robe he'd put on earlier, and is frowning judgmentally at an eyepatch with a skull and crossbones on it when he hears...a familiar voice.

He doesn't speak up in response, just. Turns, slowly, eyes widening, to stare at Yue Qingyuan like he's just caught sight of black moon pythoceros in the middle of the clothing store.

Really? Here? Of all places...??