Qrow very nearly jumps back when the woman approaches, quickly averting his gaze - at least until she gives the indication that she's perfectly okay with this. At her assurance, his red eyes finally lift to meet her unaffected grin, and he visibly relaxes.

Ah, so that's how it is. She's more like a Huntress than a Lady, Qrow realizes. Not to say Huntresses couldn't be proper ladies, but it was different for them in the same way that war was different: mixed quarters.

"..you're probably right about that," he answers with a chuckle, after the slight pause it takes for him to mentally shift gears. "Fine, have it your way." This he directs to the scientists, before fluidly shucking off his pants without any further fuss.

They'd already gotten his shirt off so they could poke at all of his scars, so there Qrow stands, in all of his nude glory. It's... well. Not all that glorious. He's got muscle, sure, especially in the chest and arms from wielding that heavy weapon of his - but he's skinny.

"So, uh. Typically I introduce myself before I get naked with a woman. I'm Qrow."