Tears, aided by the icy wind that blew across the deck, stung at Chell's eyes as she grabbed at the pieces of GLaDOS's chassis. The ticking of the bombs was clearer now; they were approaching their final seconds. She didn't dare look. Timers had never been her friend.
She threw off her mittens, exposing her hands to the freezing deck, but grabbing the spilled components with better ease. Solder cut into her fingers, and fiberglass sliced her hands, but she was too cold to feel it, too panicked to care. She couldn't let any single part of GLaDOS escape her.
She spotted the last green board, still sliding from the impact. She crawled toward it, grabbed it, stuck it in the case – and screamed hoarsely as Wheatley grabbed her around the waist. She barely had time to shut the case before he hefted her up, kicking in his rockets as he practically skated toward the deck's door.
"Where are you going?" the young woman called from the chopper. "Get up here! The ship's gonna blow!"