"Nice to meet you, Dr. Rush," she says gently. Sensing the need to reinforce her own name, she says, "I'm Bee - just Bee. Like the insect." She smiles a little more encouragingly. "What kind of doctor are you? Scientist? You seem a bit like a scientist."

But what kind? All his talk of brains makes her think he might be a neurologist, but he's not talking about them in ways that make any sense to her. It's connected what he used to do - he's been through something like this before, she can see - he's been in many different worlds, through portals, interfaces, he called them. She knows she shouldn't indicate knowledge of any of this. That could be catastrophic for someone as paranoid as him.

"I'm sure you'd be able to apply your talents here," she says. "A lot of people are able to find work like what they were doing before. I was a beekeeper at home and I'm a beekeeper here." She grins. "The name's just a coincidence, I promise."