[The thing is, Qrow isn't a pain-in-the-ass seventeen year old anymore. Oh, sure, he acts like it sometimes (often). He definitely went for that fight with Schimmy partly out of that same shitty attitude he had as a kid. But he's an adult now. He's measured and controlled, or at least he tries to be. He is as responsible as he can pull off being. He knows that if it's him and a kid, it's his job to be the calmer party and think things through.

So Qrow folds his arms, and he looks at Gundam.]

Look. Gundam. I'm not interested in a pointless contest of strength. Your old teacher is taking a sabbatical right now, so for the moment, I'm stepping in. That means my job is to help you with whatever you need help with.

Thing is, I don't know what that is, because I don't know you. I've been trying to work things out, but you've got me at a loss at this point. Hell, I can't even tell if you need any help with anything. So just give me a break and tell me if there's anything you need, alright? I'm trying, but you've gotta meet me half way.