[Chell happens to be creeping along that tunnel. She's moving much slower now, having had a runin with a robot who wanted to smoosh her like a mouse, but she's still on her feet somehow. Maybe by sheer determination. But she's just silently trailing along behind Gale, a decent distance behind him. But she's listening to his song.]
Pretty...
[She says, not realizing just how her voice might echo.]
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Pretty...
[She says, not realizing just how her voice might echo.]