[...Ah. He's not particularly used to people being scared of guns, because those are just kind of a constant in a world full of Grimm that need to be dealt with, but she's clearly spooked.

He's not exactly a soft touch himself, either, but at the least he lets Harbinger return to its inactive form as a sword and returns it to its place at his back. The hand drops for now.]

Name's Qrow.

[yes, like the bird. he Knows.]

And what happened was that you didn't become worm food, because I put a bullet in its head. Would help to know if you're otherwise hurt, though, so I know if I need to be looking for a Witch right now.

[It's not particularly biting as far as sarcasm goes, but this is kind of his default state, whoops.]