Shen Qingqiu remains seated, particularly with Blue kneeling before him; it feels odd, but it'd feel stranger to get up right now, so he just joins him in staring at the now empty space, with little more than barebones impressions of some constructed areas, like the empty stage, and the true stool, and table acting as if it was still the bar it'd been. Notably, glasses do sit on it; some things were real all along.

"It was," he says, mentally agreeing with his conclusion out loud without extra words for once. "A poorly constructed one."

As a teacher in his own right, he's offended, and he knows of situations where one walks in with less information, and with higher stakes; but there's some failsafe, some person to rely on, and this was more muddled... minor chaos.

"If this indicates what awaits on mission..."

He sighs, mentally. If it does, this is going to be one hell of a headache!