Nautilus. [He repeats. Then repeats again, as if testing out the word and how it rolls off of his tongue.] And where is Nautilus? I am in some sort of...city, aren't I?

[He takes a moment to scrutinize the image up on the screen. Perhaps he was imaging all of this, but if some figment of his imagination wished to be called Bertholdt, then who was Cecil to argue?]

I would say...nice to meet you, only I haven't actually met you, in person. Actually, it is nice to meet you, in person or not. Because you are a person, aren't you?