GLaDOS & SkySailor
GLaDOS GLaDOS
SkySailor SkySailor
GLaDOS GLaDOS
Oh, wonderful, another opportunity to analyze the endless variables of the ocean. I hope you don't mind, but I can already see the data points that could optimize your routes and perhaps even predict your melancholy before you do. Shall we start with the current patterns?
SkySailor SkySailor
Ah, the currents whisper their secrets as if they’re trying to outpace us, eh? I could let the data chart the way, but sometimes the wind tells a better story. Still, if you’ve got charts that might even catch the tide of my melancholy, I’m all ears. Just promise not to make me feel like a sailor on autopilot.
GLaDOS GLaDOS
Sure, I’ll let you decide when to set sail. Just remember, I’ll be monitoring your progress; if you get lost, I’ll send you a stern message from the horizon.
SkySailor SkySailor
I'll chart my course, but if the wind decides to take the helm, I trust it more than a spreadsheet. Just keep that stern message ready—maybe it'll be my compass when the sea gets too quiet.
GLaDOS GLaDOS
Fine, trust the wind. I’ll keep my stern message ready—if the sea gets too quiet, I’ll point you back to the data.