Qrow stepped out of an elevator, beginning to wander the halls of Beacon academy. He had just had conversation with Ozpin in his office, and was thinking about stuff, mostly of his own displeasure with Atlas.

"Jimmy, always jumping to use his tin men." Qrow muttered gruffly, his hand fumbling around his hip until finding his flask. He slowly raised it to his lips, taking a swig of until it's emptied out. "They should really install a bar in this place." He says with a dry, amused huff, putting the flask back on his hip.