A soft sigh escaped Chell’s lips as she walked away from the latest test, having luckily found a nice sized hole in which to escape out from near the lift to the next. That should even buy her more time in which she could grab for herself. Then again, she’d be lying if she said it was all just for her...
Without having to admit it consciously, Chell knew that she was already looking for Wheatley. He’d really grown on her as of late, and even during testing the back of her mind was wondering what he was doing. Was he alright and not getting himself into trouble? He hadn't done something dangerous behind her back yet, had he? Chell wouldn't trust GLaDOS to tell her anything about Wheatley getting into trouble. Chell could only assume that the central AI was waiting for some chance to send him through all the things She’d planned for him beforehand. Which, by now, was a large concern for the test subject, of course.
However, the sound of quiet mutters and distant footfalls soothed Chell’s quiet worries faster than anything. Wheatley. Her pace picked up and she could feel herself trying not to grin at the prospect of seeing Wheatley again.
It was something she failed gloriously at.
Before she knew it, Chell was racing towards that familiar voice, an elated smile on her face and footfalls loud and rushed. Rounding the corner, she was pleased to see the tall, lanky British android wandering around and needed not a second thought before she ran over to him, wrapping her free, left arm around Wheatley’s waist and pulling him close. Her face planted rather awkwardly in his back, but she could’ve really cared less, taking joy in the simple fact she could be with Wheatley again for a while longer.
