The stop for supplies was being mercifully long for some, though with Dinobot it impeded what he was really after: something to fulfill his duty. There was so many cycles of waiting even the patient warrior could stand before he set out into the city. At least the natives had seen stranger things then a robotic velociraptor walking around, scanning the streets.

Where was he...

But it's no sooner that he tracks down the nearest bar, usually in the worse parts of anywhere, that he finds his man. The aroma of alcoholic scents hits his sensors the moment the raptor steps in. Conversations stop, eyes fall on him, but he's only got eyes for one person sitting in this slump.

"Qrow."