He sighed as she missed the point of the demonstration. "I was doing more than that. It can do a bit more than JUST what is in front of you."<br/><br/>He got a second canvas, before this time imprinting a memory onto it. This was from his infamous mission back in the modern world, the burning trucks and jeeps as the tank rounds slammed into them, the old russian tank just barely visible through the smoke, soldiers dragging or carrying the wounded (or in a couple causes the clearly dead), his rifle flaring from the shot at the tank just before he had turned and dashed for the safety of a nearby building. Everything on the sides was muted and washed out, the fires on the destroyed vehicles more suggested than shown, but the sharpness of the smoke and the tank's main gun sticking out thanks to a quirk in the wind were in sharp contrast.