[Kratos is expecting rather a lot from him. Skulduggery's never seen these machines before -- that hardly equips him to answer questions. He takes a look anyway and watches unfamiliar videos scroll across the console's screen, one right after the other, overlapping and interspersing like some sort of terrible movie splice.

Skulduggery shakes his head.] I don't know.

[-- wait. Yes he does. That, right there, for about two seconds, was Grace Kelly. And the movie, if he's not mistaken, was Rear Window. Skulduggery leans closer, and when he speaks again, it's with a note of curiosity.] How are you picking these up? These are -- well, some of them are movies, at least. One of them was a classic. Is this -- ah-ha.

[There's a beat, and then Skulduggery chuckles.] It's a noisy little planet, isn't it? That's the internet. [He looks at Kratos and repeats the word.] Internet. I would try and explain, but I doubt I could do it even if you spoke perfect English.