[Qrow snorts at that as he unclasps his flask and takes a drink. What? He's thirsty. That's allowed.]

This specific kind of freaky thing is out of my usual range of jobs, but yeah, I'm a Huntsman. Kill monsters, protect people.

[He was a Huntsman. His world is gone. All those people and monsters. But he holds onto that scroll and the Huntsman's license it carries, and he still goes by the title, because it matters to him. Because he won't let it go.]

You don't exactly seem unexperienced with "freaky things" yourself, lady.