Shiro had been watching that medical show when the scalpel was doing something to what he figured was either the pancreas, the liver, or the spleen, about to ask Jubilee if she suddenly wanted to be Jean's assistant when her doodle had finished and he turned to it.
"I don't have such a big mouth, do I?" he said instead, as he took her sheet of paper to stare at the broken glasses more (he wouldn't admit it, really, but broken glasses of his are often primary causes of unease) before he set it aside and flipped a page on his old notebook so he'd begin to draw.
When his glasses sort of took a life of its own, though, his doodling paused and the hand with a marker flew to swat Jubilee's arm off with some shock, his pair of shades falling off and landing right on his unfinished doodle.
Shiro's brows arched a bit at Jubilee, his now-exposed eyes conveying a small sense of alarm, "What?"