Oh, the eternal optimist type? That's just great. Exactly what Qrow was looking for, someone else to tell him he hasn't got it so bad when they really don't have a clue (not through any fault of Molly's, of course, when it's Qrow who is so stubbornly tight-lipped about everything). His jaw tenses slightly at the passing mention of curses, but Qrow lets it slide right by, looking a little weary as the speech continues...

Only for that slightly deadened expression to immediately return to life at the mention of going out for a drink. Well wouldn't you know it, but that had been Qrow's exact intention, what a coincidence!

"Now there's an idea. My luck isn't so bad that they'd send me to a planet without a damn bar, so there's got to be one around somewhere."

Qrow looks left, then right, and then back to Molly with brows raised and a little grin for his purple companion. "So uh, your shift over?"