As usual, Qrow appears to be taking everything in stride... and as usual, he may or may not have that unaffected air about him only because he's gently bordering on drunk. The truth is, it's been a very long and bizarre day and he has no idea what to make of any of this, from waking up encased in crystal to strange visions in ponds to this. And yes, all of these experiences have been very terrifying in their own unique ways.

He is also at least marginally aware that he's got to keep his shit together, if not for himself then at least for Weiss and the team they've left behind.

"'Course we are," Qrow grunts over the ruckus he's making going through the items. He touches, turns over, and inspects everything, but recognizes close to nothing. It's getting frustrating, not knowing what anything is or where anyone is.

"Just not right now. You won't be much use to anyone until you get some sleep, Princess."