"Stealing?" Wheatley repeats, his voice jumping several octaves in alarm. Stealing? Stealing what? He's only just got here, surely she can see that, can't she? And then she goes and zips them away to somewhere else entirely, prompting a startled yelp from her impromptu captive. Is this another one of those Rift business things? Or maybe it's - it can't be Her. She's not even around, is She? No, absolutely - absolutely not.

"AAAAA!" He jumps and spins around to face her fully. His restraints have been swapped, apparently, with handcuffs. Wheatley's uncontrolled about-face sends him careening into a nearby desk, sending the various papers scattered on its surface cascading to the ground in an angry, protracted slide.

"Wheatley!" he manages, cowering against the desk. "Wheatley - I'm - an I.D. core, I work for - worked for, past tense there, very important - I was a vital part of the, ah, the, um, the whatsit. The Enrichment Center! Yes, that, that old bird. Never been 'round here in my life, so - so how about we deal with this like, ermm, rational, yes, rational human beings. Law-abiding citizens!"