"Hey."

"…!"

"Whoa, whoa. Easy there, kid. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"…"

"…Hey, good on you for not saying 'I'm not a kid.' Cause, you know, nothing makes you sound more like a kid—"

"What are you doing here?"

"I like to check in on my girls from time to time. And their friends. Especially after…well. Something like that."

"I don't need your help."

Qrow smirked. "Maybe not, but I'm giving it to you anyway."

"…"

"Look, I know a safe place you can stay for the night. Quiet, too."

"You're not…going to send me back?"

"Would you go?"

"…"

"That's what I thought."

"…Fine."

"But still. When we get there, I've got a story to tell you."