A Greek? The suited man considered he could run across worse than a Greek amongst the crowds. Basis of Western civilization and all that. He looked rather burly, and wore padded gloves. Caestus. He must have been a boxer, or wrestler. He had the muscle to excel at such things, and, Bee decided, made a much more imposing figure than a lean man like himself.

"My name is- ....Bee. It's Bee." he said. It would serve as an adequate pseudonym here.
"And I've got as much an idea as you. One minute I'm slouched over thinking about Akari, the next... here we are." he waved around to the floating binary.
"I suspect I may have gone mad, and if that's the case I'm sorely disappointed. I wanted a cool, metaphorical mindscape. This place is a tad bland."