[ The narrative appreciates Qrow being a good work-friend, even if the being the narrative is attached to wants to slam said Qrow's head in a desk sometimes. Such as now. At the first part, the expression finally cracks back into all-out confused annoyance, and the poor drunk uncle can brace himself for some other terrible military-brainwashed thing to be said in response. ]

Do they have to be front lines? There's roles that don't require the whole nine rings, Qrow. [ That. Is surprisingly not militant. Huh. ] Basic training? Fine. But creating weapons and upkeep? Save that for advanced courses. The ones that'll need that sort of thing. Stop thinking so far ahead if you're only covering basics.