[ Qrow keeps staring, shocked or distressed — Gerry isn’t sure which. Maybe both. It’s as if he’s expecting Gerry to be scared or angry, although Gerry doesn’t really see any reason to be. Gerry would like to put Qrow at ease, if he can.

He starts by keeping the conversation moving. ]

Nah, the Fairchilds are a group of avatars of the Vast. They’re the ones who get a kick out of throwing people off of buildings. And yeah, I’m an art teacher over at the high school. I’ve got some people from your world in my classes.

[ Gerry takes another bite of pancake, then circles back to addressing Qrow’s expression, his worry. Gerry thinks he understands it, at least a little. Gerry thinks he might be able to help. ]

Look, I’m not gonna bite you or get weirded out. Marking myself for the Eye — it cursed me, too. I’d be more of a monster if I wasn’t dead. But I picked the Eye because I think it’s least evil out of all those powers out there. It’s about seeing people, you know? That can be good, if it’s done right. Or if you don’t get seen enough, I guess.

[ Gerry takes another bite, chews, and swallows. ]

Sorry, I got real sentimental there. Point is, I see you, and I really don’t mind any of it.