Chell starts when he first gets her attention, stepping sideways, half like she's getting out of the way and half like she's trying to get a view of the exits. The ferality is strong over here by the frozen foods!

Oh -- Wrench, right. Chell lets out a sigh, relieved that she doesn't have to dig out her notebook, and shrugs.

I can turn on an oven and not burn the whole house down, but all that-- Waving towards the produce, the meat, the aisles of condiments and jars and cans and boxes. I'm clueless. I just want to microwave something. Shouldn't we have microwaves by now?