Oh. Well.

[That seems to catch him off-guard, and for a moment Wheatley's eyes dart to something off-screen. He forces himself to return staring her down.]

I figured it would be best to keep in contact with you. You know, to make sure you aren't dead. I don't believe death is permanent in this world, but I would hate to see you die by someone else's hand. That would just be insulting, really.