Certainly it seems to have a mind of its own. Or whatever compels it does, at any rate.

[ His gaze lingers on the box for a moment before lifting to Wen Kexing. Looking for any signs of affliction, any signs that the hand has been affecting him. But that doesn't stop him from gesturing him onward down the hall. ]

To my quarters, then. We'll be less likely to be disturbed there.