[ Oh, okay. Now she's suddenly in her underwear. Qrow looked away reflexively, the habit ingrained in him from helping to raise two girls into young adulthood. Huntsmen and Huntresses weren't known for their modesty - academies and dorms were co-ed, after all - but Qrow made it a point not to assume anything about relative strangers of the female persuasion and their feelings about privacy.

(Short skirts and scanty clothes were another thing altogether, but that was neither here nor there. Time and place!) ]

You still got water in your ears? [ He gestured brusquely towards his ear, while staring somewhere to Harriet's left. ] I said, we're not on Remnant anymore. And let me tell you, the thing that brought us here isn't playing around.