At his all-too-familiar exclamation, her finger squeezed down on the trigger as she mentally prepared herself to shut him down permanently, but the presence of the Ohm seemed to do the trick, reminding him that now was not the time to lose it.

In the next instant, however, she found herself hanging on for dear life as Wheatley attempted to manipulate the armor. Jerked backward, then forward and side-to-side, Chell struggled to keep a hold on her gun, though when she really thought about it, he was doing surprisingly well for a robot who, until now, had never possessed limbs.

By now, they'd regained the attention of quite a few Ohm, and when Wheatley manged to get moving in the right direction, she spurred him on and leaned forward, pointing at one of his (bloody massive) arm-mounted guns and then at the approaching aliens, indicating that he should probably try to use those next.

She shouldered her own rifle and began to fire.