He showed his art in Londen? She quirked a brow and glanced at the painting. She had never been terribly interested in art, and her only criterium for whether a painting was good was how realistic it was. She knew that most painters never made it even if they could paint realistically, and had assumed this one was another lost cause, wasting time, money and a career for boyish dreams that could never be fulfilled. But it seemed he was at least a little better than that and Nesah managed to feel at least a bit of respect now.

"Nesah Meijer," she returned. She supposed it didn't matter if she gave him her name, if that was all she gave. "Well, good day, Mr. Gordon." She nodded at him and then started walking away, back towards the Abbey, from where she could get back to the steps.