She did not move. While he painted, she murmured, "I don't remember if I ever was painted before as a child. I don't remember most of my past at all. I sometimes wonder if my mother or father ever commissioned a painting or a tintype. Maybe you can do just my face sometime and I can send it to Venice where I was born, Signore, and maybe that will get some attention and I can finally meet my parents." She sounded wistful.