The name is not familiar. Glados narrows her eyes and gives the offered hand the merest flicker of a glance. She thinks not.

"I am Glados," she says. "Are you human?"

Is she human, and if so, what kind. Humans aren't entirely useless. Some make good test subjects. Some are tenacious. Rarely are they both.

She's not sure she wants to deal with one or the other.