...aaaaaaaaand it seems there's at least one person in the immediate area who's willing to debate the whole "good girl" thing when it comes to the sheep in question; it seems GLaDOS has finally managed to locate her starter. At the very least, she has the common sense to not go outside in the Team Rocket uniform, and she wouldn't be caught dead in public in a skirt that short anyway; she's managed to bribe a grunt into buying her something all-black and presentable - to say nothing of an outfit involving pants, she is discovering a love for pantsuits she never thought she'd have - and her long white hair is coiled up haphazardly on her head in the world's most awkward pile, held in place with far too many pens.
...basically, vaguely classy but disheveled as all get-out, and judging by the way that she's standing with her hands on her hips and the most judgmental expression ever, she gives no damns.]
There you are.
[Test Subject Number One doesn't seem too interested in returning to her trainer; the girl over here is nice and gives out pettings, so! Hmph, really.
GLaDOS sighs. Fine. Let's address the girl for the time being. Why not.]
Look, is she bothering you? She should know better than to bother you.
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...aaaaaaaaand it seems there's at least one person in the immediate area who's willing to debate the whole "good girl" thing when it comes to the sheep in question; it seems GLaDOS has finally managed to locate her starter. At the very least, she has the common sense to not go outside in the Team Rocket uniform, and she wouldn't be caught dead in public in a skirt that short anyway; she's managed to bribe a grunt into buying her something all-black and presentable - to say nothing of an outfit involving pants, she is discovering a love for pantsuits she never thought she'd have - and her long white hair is coiled up haphazardly on her head in the world's most awkward pile, held in place with far too many pens.
...basically, vaguely classy but disheveled as all get-out, and judging by the way that she's standing with her hands on her hips and the most judgmental expression ever, she gives no damns.]
There you are.
[Test Subject Number One doesn't seem too interested in returning to her trainer; the girl over here is nice and gives out pettings, so! Hmph, really.
GLaDOS sighs. Fine. Let's address the girl for the time being. Why not.]
Look, is she bothering you? She should know better than to bother you.