The hint of a smile faded a little at her apparent rejection of his attempt to greet her, but she was talking to him; that had to count for something, right?

"Chell," he said, giving a nod... she wasn't too far off! So surely she must have heard of him... from someone who knew him somehow? That list was rather short, he was certain....

But there was something in what she'd said which he simply couldn't make sense of. "...What's a Pinocchio?"