"I'm woefully inexperienced in the world of art." He pulls a very old fobwatch from his pocket to check the time, something generational. Wrist watches were the contemporary thing, but Sandoval's was old and well loved. He closed it and returned it to his waistcoat.

"My parents were whalers, so I have a bit of scrimshaw. A piece here and there."

Yes, like all people well under command, much of his free will was taken. Freely offered, at that. But obviously some of it he desperately clung to. Relics from the past, familiar things that someone far from home would want to keep with them