GLaDOS was scooped up and she was still swinging, appendages flailing as she tried to squirm free. Subroutine disengaged as she realized that it was her favorite subject dragging her off. She wondered why. Usually the rats in the maze did not help one another. They did not know how. Was her favorite trying to help or harm her? GLaDOS wasn't quite certain.
GLaDOS, all 5'10" of her seemed to relax as she relented to being dragged away. "You shou' real' pu' me do'n, ami," her voice came out teasingly. Her eyes, however had not left Riply and the growing red mark around the female's throat.
Not to be thought worse for wear, GLaDOS had a few bruises of her own to deal with. She just wasn't too worried about them.