"Hello, Greta." He would offer a name in return, but at the moment he doesn't have one. Not one she could understand, anyway. The Cat is the closest he has to offer, and that's hardly helpful to a confused young woman.

He steps down from the armrest, walks over to sniff the woman, then leaps up onto the back of the sofa to pace.

"You are the only thing in this place that is real. It is very much like a dream."