Brody looks sadly at the remainder of his cigarette, before tossing it behind him and following Dolemick in. He was trying not to stare, but everything he looked at he was pretty sure was more expensive than his truck. He scratched the back of his head, and wondered not for the first time since pulling up if he'd have been more comfortable in jail.

"Half the size puts you closer in the ballpark than me, boy, I'll tell you that much now..." Brody took a moment to pick up on the mention of a professor, and turned back to the Englishman, "So I am in the right place? Some kind of secondary school? I tried to keep up with what my court appointed was telling me but, I'll be honest, I can't understand lawyers or doctors when they talk half the time..."