[Wheatley watches all this with an appropriately skeptical squint, partly because he doesn't really care about anyone else's number, partly because he is pretty sure that alcohol doesn't belong to Nanu. Then he's on his phone, and Wheatley has no idea what he's doing on it until he announces that he's looked up his profile and slides the phone across the table as proof. Not great! He looks about as flustered as a little robot without facial features can.]

Wh--property damage? I don't--I don't know who wrote that. Sounds like libel. Or slander, maybe, I always get those two mixed up.

[But, unless there are any other eyeball-robots on board this existential train ride, the profile in question does, in fact, belong to him. His optic moves from side to side as he reads it over.]

Middle management and test proctoring, though, that's--I suppose that's correct. In a sense. Not sure where they got the rest of it.