Chell was coping with the ponies. She could deal with them. She could deal with the fact that not everyone on this ship was entirely human. That was okay. It was weird, but okay. She would get used to it, just like she would get used to being stranded in space.

What was standing in front of her, however, was an alien. A true, honest-to-goodness, what-the-hell-is-that extraterrestrial. She could not help but stagger backwards, nearly dropping Wheatley as she was addressed inside her head.

If there was one thing she didn't like, it was disembodied voices. This, while not necessarily disembodied, was so unexpected that it very nearly drove her to panic. Staring wide-eyed at the strange creature, she clutched her robot companion tightly to her chest out of instinct--at the very least, he'd make a good shield.