"Andrea del Verrochio," he tells her with a smile, and he doesn't mind explaining in the least. She's eighteen, and she's had so little time and seen so little of the world. It's a pleasure explaining, and he puts his glass down and pulls his communicator out of his jacket's inside pocket. "He was a Florentin artist, and his workshop was famous in all of Italy, and beyond its borders. Da Vinci was his apprentice for a while, as well other future masters."

He is glad to find that the Cortex is cooperating, this time, and he pulls up a picture of The Baptism of Christ. "Here, that's the one they were working on."