Ah, right. 'Exploring.' The optimist terminology for wandering around aimlessly. Though in this case, these two newly minted drinking buddies did have an aim: locate bar, get trashed on alien booze. With the one good idea he had shut down by some misfortune befalling the train system - sorry, Prismals - Qrow momentarily wishes he'd done less wallowing in disturbingly sober self-pity and more flapping his ass around in bird mode doing recon.

Too late for that now. He's not going to just turn into a bird in front of this guy, given they're currently draped all over him (by Qrow's standards, anyway).

Qrow is going to continue blaming that Moonblessed nonsense as to why he's not reasserting his personal space and shrugging Molly away. All a bunch of bunk, really - he'll believe it the day he sprouts cat ears - but the tingly feelings that come with close contact... those aren't bad. "Yeah, well. Thing's probably got a map on it too, but I think it'll be faster just to have a look around, at this point."

If this place is anything like Remnant, there will be restaurants and bars around the station, so Qrow starts off in that direction after tapping the comm bracelet back into sleep mode. "I'll show you how to use it later, if you want. Gotta keep in contact somehow, right?"