Both hands on his hips, Wheatley tried to look haughty and not wrinkle the card at the same time. "What? What am I suppose to do? Run tests on me..." Something clicked in Wheatley's processing core and a slow, awful smile spread out on his face. "All right, doctor. Thank you for helping out. I am absolutely not going to run tests on my own and oh, I should probably tell you, but that alarm, just got the memo, slow response team evidently, means that there's been a dimensional breach. Again. So likely? Hiding, right yes, hiding would be good. See you later!"

Wheatley didn't have to hide. His mind was backed up in the software and he had a few additional bodies to work from if need be. While there was panic going on around him, he punched in his card and headed to his storage space to run diagnostics for a few hours.

When he ventured out again, there were decidedly less people around. Only two of the usual people were around the water cooler and all they could talk about was 'almost losing the whole thing' and 'oh, Black Mesa will win at this rate if we keep opening up dimensional portals that eat half of our staff!'

Wheatley found it boring. Of course he did! Today he had autonomous control over his testing!

First, to get Chelldon.