Oh well that's no fun. It's pitiful, she can log that away for later, but there's no shock or horror, just grim acceptance. The human has so far eluded Glados' every attempt to unbalance her, and Glados is beginning to tire of it.

"I died," she says curtly. "And I came back. That's the joy of being a machine that feels. It's easy to bring us back. It wasn't even on purpose. Someone flipped the switches by accident. Because he was a moron." She curls her lip in disgust. Still minutely aware of every little facial twitch, even though this is not physically happening. "Humans are very good at being temporary, until they're permanently dead."

There's an itch, somewhere, not like the Itch, but something all the same, pressing around the edges of her awareness, something hard and sharp and painful. Getting into her voice and her - feelings. Ugh. She does not like it. This woman must be causing it somehow, so Glados backs away.

"I should be going," she says coolly. "Other humans to taunt. I'm very busy, you know."