[Chell wasn't afraid, but she was hesitant and unsure of the situation. This was all just too weird. She had faced down several versions of death and survived them all magnificently, so there wasn't much that could scare her.

She is reassured that maybe here was someplace where she could take a break from death traps. Chell's had more than her fair share of experiences with them. Solving puzzles was fun in a way, but it would be nice to rest, even just for a bit.

Instinctively, Chell recoiled from Alcyone's touch. Not from the cold, but from being unused to human contact and the fact that the last time anyone touched her, it was because they were lifting her up with a robot claw (while crushing Wheatley with another), carrying her over to the long-broken incinerator, and tossing her in.

She may trust you enough to speak a little, but it will take longer than a few moments to erase years of being alone with crazy and violent AIs.]