The professor had the slightest warm smile on his face as he stayed quiet, Jarrod seemingly thinking of something for a moment as his gaze flicked between the wax sculpture in progress that one of his assistants was working on under his close supervision, and the model for the sculpture.

"No. I'm afraid it's not quite right still," The older gentleman would say, looking away from both sculpture and muse as he'd slightly turn the wheelchair he was in. "Perhaps a break would be of best interest."