GLaDOS POV:
Well, it seems as though there is a lot of work to be done here. Turrets need to be rebuilt, Companion Cubes need to be packed, and quite a lot of science needs to be done.
I can't help but how those two deplorable idiots managed to put me back together. I doubt that overgrown lizard could put a proper potato clock together, much less reconstruct my perfect form properly.Her friend is no better. It is almost impossible to assume that he has any comprehension of a relationship that doesn't involve his own reflection. His body, while impressively designed, is an outdated piece of garbage, and whatever AI he's running on is very clearly flawed.
No matter, they can still be of some use to me. Despite her near-constant habit of stuttering and annoying bouts of pathetic crying, I would love to pick that lizard's brain. I'm also curious as to how that sad excuse for a machine can even operate, but he's much too narcissistic to let me dismantle that "perfect" body of his. Such narcissism will be his undoing.
All of this being said, any of his blueprints or schematics would do quite nicely...if I could only figure out how to obtain them...
Normal POV:
GLaDOS punctuated this final thought by rotating to where a row of freshly repaired Turrets stood. In an instant, the thin, egg-shaped machines activated and quickly left the room through the single door leading to the rafter bridge. As they scattered themselves throughout the halls of the facility, the tapping of their metallic legs was quickly drowned out by the thumping and grinding of various machines and the creaking of aged pistons.
Now completely alone, GLaDOS gently rocked back and forth as she began to plot, and as the first new Companion Cubes silently made their way down a cracked, glass tube.