Chelldon rolled onto his back and peered up from the able he had fallen asleep on. Wheatley was great and all but he was a bit hard to sit through when he was just repeating patterns all the time. Blinking slowly, he sat upright and rubbed at his eyes with a tired yawn because he hadn't had chance to rest and relax again.

He watched the hall as the chief soon crept in after Tyler, gun aimed at them as if he wasn't sure who was the enemy Chelldon raised his hands and nodded towards Wheatley, he always did all the explaining.

"What happened, you moron?" Hunt asked, glaring at Wheatley because if that idiot accidentally released neurotoxin he would not be happy.

Wheatley just watched them all interact, trying not to say or do anything because playing brain damaged might save him from being accused of being murderous.