[ Qrow looks at him, wide-eyed and crumpled here as though Ozpin himself had swung the blow. For a horrible beat, he is silent. He can think of no good way to say it. Then: ]

I saw the message.

[ That is all he gives. The silence settles between them again, and Ozpin breaks it by releasing his grip on Qrow's shoulder and rising back up to his full height. He folks his hands carefully over the head of his cane and says, in that steady professorial voice he only falls back on when things are very bad: ]

I suppose... we will tidy up together, as she asked. Will you fetch the cleaning basket and the mop?

[ One of them will need to step away down the hall, into fresher air, for however brief a moment. He'd like it to be Qrow. ]