Old college buddy. We were roommates, actually, freshman year at MIT - decades ago now, of course. We hadn't been in touch for years, but it's...good to see him again.

[He's not really deliberately keeping back Norman's name - he just doesn't expect it would mean anything to her. If anything, he's keeping back the fact that the man's been dead for years.

Otto reaches out to press the call button again - with his hand, not an actuator. He knows they're a lot. Still, he can't quite resist planting the lower two claws on the ground to have a little more support for standing. They're heavy and it's been a long day; his back's killing him, which was why he wanted the elevator to begin with.]

And yourself? How's all this been treating you?