Ms. Jolie,
I'm somewhat accustomed to oddities as somebody who's been here for long enough to recognise them - however, they often surprise me by being utterly ordinary and harmless, as I'm assuming is the case here. Unless I am somehow conversing with a COS agent, the greatest danger I can see happening here is that I get a papercut or that I spill some ink, both of which are relatively unlikely in the grand scheme of things.
It's a pleasure to meet you too, despite the awful name I've been forced to don for this...event. My true name is much more eloquent than Bogtrotter.
That being said, I'm not entirely sure what the purpose of this exercise is. Atlantis is so small that any reasonable amount of information would reveal our identities to each other, no? So, for the sake of something for you to look at, I've attached my favourite recipe for a breakfast feast.
Sincerely,
""Fred Bogtrotter"" (ugh)
[The letter is folded into a living paper crane which deposits itself on her desk with a flourish, only opening itself after being asked politely]