Chelldon just remained ducked and covered, holding the sparking core that was unfortunately burning and shocking him. He was just waiting for the perfect time to make a break for it and grab Wheatley. They really did need to find a way out before GLaDOS tried to murder them all with something besides neurotoxins like--

Oh, fantastic, GLaDOS read his mind and dropped a load of turrets in. Leaving Tyler behind safely, he got out from the table to get a better range, shooting a portal under Wheatleys feet and one beside the table till the moron fell through.

All this because of his glasses? Oh who cared?

Their biggest problem was their potential murder! The death and destruction and-- oh, whoops, he forgot to get Hunt. Looking around, he stared in confused.

Erm... where did the chief go?