He watches, trying to strain to see over the heads of the shifting crowd when his seat isn't enough to allow him easy visuals. It's an annoyance, and it's stupid that this whole 'test scenario' was ready to beach him like a slim whale right from the start, but what could he say?

(Maybe it was the double dose. Hm.)

Visually. You're asking to send me what your eyes see, directly?

By extension, he supposes the same can be done in reverse, and that both fascinates him and unnerves him for zero actually useful reason. Which is why he shelves that, instead (aware his whole mental process might at least be felt) giving his permission, as he closes his own eyes. Time to see if it was influencing his brain directly, or his optic nerve instead.

We can try it. Should that not prove useful, would you attempt the reverse?

Seeing through Shen Qingqiu's eyes instead.