He gives his abandoned shopping cart with its cabbage and potatoes a morose glance as she drags him away, though he can’t bring himself to be upset with Chell. It isn’t her fault that the townspeople are all horrible (and incredibly suspect, in his humble opinion). Still, he doesn’t love the fact that he’ll have to return to the supermarket later, with its confusing foods and irritating customers, and his mood significantly sours.

Chell yanks him along until he manages to get in control of himself enough to free his wrist from her tight grasp, and he pulls it free as they pass the registers. He jerks his thumb at the doors, and says with more force than is strictly warranted, “Outside.”