Wheatley wasn't bringing anyone anywhere. "Doctor, I've no arms or legs, I can't move on my own, so honestly, I hardly-- Oh! Chelldon! Bad human, no no, we're not meant to be here! What are you doing?!" Yes, yes. Wheatley had been so busy talking that he'd failed to notice that they were headed here rather than the break room for tea.

Oh, if he had a newspaper, he'd whack Chelldon on the nose with it and then teach the human to read. The way he filled out his personnel report made Wheatley firmly believe that he couldn't read. Or write.

Though, in all actuallity, the paper had just been fed into the scanner upside down and Wheatley hadn't realized that all he needed to do was flip it in his memory banks.

"So sorry, Dr. Doctor. Won't happen again and oooh, what are you working on?"