He himself has only played a few of the actual console sort of games and definitely not anything where one needs to wear a headset alongside wielding a controller. When Lan Sizhui peeks into the game room, his eyes widen almost comically at the sight of Wen Ning, mouth dropping open with surprise. How many people is this train going to take from his homeworld for immortals' sake? (Too many, it would seem, but he can't deny being happy to see someone he actually knows.)

“Uncle Ning?” comes his soft inquiry as he steps further into the car, head slightly tilted, considering. “You... you're holding it upside-down.” Because what else can he say at the moment?