When I said “sketch”, I really wasn’t kidding. Excuse the crap factor.. :/
This took far longer than it should have, probably because it’s the first time I’ve drawn both a proper comic and Caroline. (The message on the little tag was typed out because my handwriting just didn’t like me tonight.) I plan on colouring it later on, though, since I actually don’t mind how it came out overall. :)
“Great doll, just report down to the boys in the lab and…” Cave Johnson’s brain caught up with what his junior assistant had just said. Something was the matter with this situation. He’d told Caroline to do something. Then, Caroline would say ‘yes’. Then things would get done. Usually a lot quicker than that stuffed shirt Greg could get things done too. Caroline was by and large his most dedicated employee. That wasn’t bad for a skirt.
He replayed the last few minutes in his head.
He’d definitely given an order.
And she had said—-
“Whaddya MEAN, No?” Cave exploded, but he didn’t get up from his desk. Anyone else would be shit-canned and out on their ass in the Aperture parking lot. If they managed to get away from the Mantis man assigned to carry their personal affects they could count themselves lucky.