[ It seems like Qrow wants to keep pressing on this, so Gerry will let him press. Qrow's mix of horror and resignation is entirely appropriate, and Gerry recognizes it almost immediately. Gerry laughs a little, wry and similarly bitter, more of a huff than anything else. He settles back against his seat and looks into his coffee mug. ]

Yeah, something like that. God isn't exactly it, but it's cosmic supernatural bullshit for sure.

[ Gerry looks back up at Qrow, and this time, there's something weirdly intense about his gaze, as if he's looking through Qrow rather than at him. ]

You definitely wanna avoid stuff like that, if you can.

[ But given Qrow's demeanor, Gerry suspects that the avoidance ship has sailed in Qrow's case. After a few moments of intense inspection, Gerry's gaze relaxes. Gerry has the information he needs -- Qrow is already marked. ]

Looks like the Lonely's after you. You got friends? You'll need them.