"Annabel. I'll remember that. And...Bartholomew." The cat sure is strange. Arcee makes a note to ask about it sometime -- although she doesn't want to pry too much. Or ask a strange question that should be obvious. She's done that a few times already. The avatar produces a mobile phone -- part of the hologram, of course -- with an email address displayed on the screen, and she holds it out to Annabel. "You can contact me at this address. Anything sent there will reach me."