[Wheatley was minding his own business, traveling down the hallway on his "management rail" - really, a robot arm he managed to pull out of the closets. It's a miracle he can actually use it to get around, being nothing more than a ball-shaped robot with handles. Nothing special.]
[He greets the new arrival as he passes by, only to pause and do a double take. Was she wearing winter clothes inside? That makes no sense at all.]
Uh... Hang on a tick. Aren't you hot in that? At all? That looks like it would be very uncomfortable on you.
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[He greets the new arrival as he passes by, only to pause and do a double take. Was she wearing winter clothes inside? That makes no sense at all.]
Uh... Hang on a tick. Aren't you hot in that? At all? That looks like it would be very uncomfortable on you.