Narvin's most hidden secret was his artistic ability. Such things, while praised in his Academy Chapter, wasn't valued in his career in the CIA, and even within his Chapter, entirely computer generated.
Thus, through the mere fact that it was never brought up, few people were privy to his knowledge and only about one in his present life - at least the one he enjoyed before being absconded to this primitive vessel.
He entered the conservation deck for the sake of his own stargazing desires when he spotted the woman. He wouldn't call it curiosity bringing him over and probably no one else would either.
He peered at the painting. "Not precisely accurate, is it?"