[Wheatley still isn't very adept at subtle expressions, and the anger on his face slowly gives way to worry. He's afraid of pain, he's afraid of dying, and the only thing that keeps him from backing out entirely is the knowledge that once he's code, they can make a backup.

Someone else trying to interface with the ship is news to him--and not the good kind.]

It's different. Humans can't talk to us like other computers do. Probably--probably didn't know what he was doing.

[He scowls, considering, because he doesn't know what he's doing, either. It takes him a second to realize that he has news, too.]

I hired Netherlands to, ah. Liberate a chair.