[Seeing her transform into that unassuming local woman in front of him is a hell of a trip, even for actual lifelong spy Qrow, and the surprise is clear on his face. That kind of ability is both extremely useful and extremely dangerous, and he finds himself making a mental note of it, a lifetime of cataloguing potential threats telling him to be wary, and that it may be best not to run afoul of this woman, if possible. He comments no further on the display, letting his expression smooth back out into something casual.]
Not much for talking, huh.
[Or maybe she can't. Well, there's one way to find out--]
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Not much for talking, huh.
[Or maybe she can't. Well, there's one way to find out--]
Any chance I can get a name?