Doug kept flinching every time the turrets started to fire. This was a reasonable reaction for a human, but Nora noticed he would put his hand down to his leg where there was a hole in his pants; it looked like it could have been a bullet hole. Dark dried blood stained his grimy, tattered slacks. It made her uncomfortable to think of him getting shot by a turret, though, so she tried to push the thought out of her mind. He looked genuinely concerned for the lady as she handled the turrets.
"She seems to know what she's doing with them," Nora assured Doug. Doug just nodded and touched the bullet hole on his pants sleeve.
"There are a lot of them, though," Wheatley said in response to Nora's comment. "She sure likes to use them, doesn't she?"
Nora quickly sent Wheatley an email saying "Try to be more considerate of him. Didn't you see the bullet hole on his pant leg?"
When Wheatley received the message, he made no attempt to be discreet as he stared at Doug's leg. Doug caught him looking and scowled.
"What?" he asked.
"Were you shot by a turret?" Wheatley asked.
"Yes, I was. It was the second most painful experience in my life."
"What was the first?"
"Watching my colleagues die as the facility was flooded with neurotoxin."
They came to another test that Doug had settled by once. He showed them the paintings on the walls that he had made during one of his fits of complete insanity. Wheatley was creeped out by it but Nora found it fascinating. The painting of Chell asleep was beautiful—though not as beautiful as the larger painting of her.
Rattmann looked really anxious when the lady passed through the test.
"Didn't you guys hear her talking about a 'surprise'?" he asked them.
"Who? The lady?" Wheatley asked.
"No! The computer! I'm positive it's a trick."
He hurried ahead to see what was going to happen and the constructs did their best to keep up. They came to a dark room that the elevator led to.
"Is someone in here?" a voice asked from all around them.
Nora was quick to act and opened up a secret door in the wall. The others heard it open and they rushed through it.
"I'll get you sooner or later," GLaDOS said as the door shut.
"That was too close!" Wheatley exclaimed.
"Shh!" Doug said. "She's coming. Be ready for anything."
Then GLaDOS' voice came from the room again. "Initiating surprise in three…two….one."
They could hear the lights switch on and there was a pause before GLaDOS said, "I made it all up." Then there was the sound of a party horn being blown. "Surprise."
The trio sighed in relief. All of them had gotten the idea that GLaDOS was going to kill the lady, but they had all thought of different ways that she would have gone about doing that. They moved on, thinking of how to help her escape. Surely GLaDOS would get bored of her again soon, and this time she'd give a real surprise.
"We need to handicap her somehow," Doug mused aloud.
"The lady?" Wheatley asked.
"No! Of course not! I mean the rogue computer that wants us all dead!"
"How could we possibly handicap her?" Nora asked.
"I don't know yet," Doug said. "But there has to be some way."
"Oh, wait! I have an idea!" Wheatley exclaimed. Before they could ask him about it, though, he rushed away down the management rail. They tried to follow him but they lost him around a corner.
"W-Wheatley?" Nora said in a small voice.