The bench is actually still in the process of being carved. This is a lot more than what Reinhardt's normally done for a whittling hobby. He might have made some cute little toys and baubles for Christmas, but this is in another realm entirely. It's a challenge and one he had been looking forward to. But it's hard to do with just a few carving knives, a chisel and mallet and a heck of a lot of muscle.

The large man is down to a thin undershirt. There's sawdust and wood-shavings everywhere. They hang off his beard and stick to his sweat. He looks a huge mess. And at the moment, he's standing back to look at his work with a deep frown of his face.

He notes a familiar face from the station and looks to the side at the man. "You see what's missing, ja? I keep thinking I'm missing something important. But I can't for the life to me think what. I can't complete it until I figure it out. Maybe you could help me?"