[Wheatley halted, clearing his throat before gazing up to try and pin down the source of the voice. Had that come from above him? Also, was he about to be shanked and chopped into bits for some arboreal maniac's stew?]

I'm heading back to town. How'd you get up there? Have you got a rope ladder or- oh, can you see anything from there? Buildings?

[His typically charming, caramelized voice had grown scratchy and unpleasant with lack of water. Not that it would stop him from talking.]