[Qrow freezes when the accusation hits, deer-in-headlights expression seizing him before he stares down at his syrup-soggy pancakes instead. But unlike the last time with Jon on that mountain, he doesn't panic. This man had said they were affiliated to the same power, after all. It makes sense that he could guess, too. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, reaching over toward the silverware to cut into a pancake, just for something to do with his hands.]
no subject
...Yeah.
[Breathe in. Breathe out.]
It's my Semblance. I bring misfortune.