"The Balladeer." He peers at him intently. "A name that designates function. That is useful. You humans aren't like that, not typically, that is new! And handy. Wheatley. Erm, just Wheatley, former personality core, presently human, brand new to this whole thing here. Hello!" He tries for a wave, nearly loses his balance, and props himself up on the statue's broken pedestal once more.

"Er, what a mess, am I right?" he says cheerily. "No idea what happened here - kcjshoo!"

A peculiar warmth creeps up the back of his neck and into his cheeks.

"Ah, er, I mean, what a shame!"

Another sneeze.

"Was like that when I found it - "

And another.

"Didn't even see it, to be quite honest - "

And another.

Wheatley bites his lip and looks at the remains of his latest escapade glumly. The sneezes aren't letting him explain. If he could just explain himself properly -