[Wheatley certainly hasn't been paying attention to where they're going, so "lost" is probably an apt description of their current state. Still, they've successfully outrun all the miners, which means he's feeling pretty good about this, all things considered!]

Well, no, I detect--I'm pretty sure that is sweat, so thanks for, uh. Holding me away from your body.

[It is, however, dark. Wheatley's optic casts a blue glow across the walls, but he seems to realize quickly that it isn't going to be sufficient. With a click, he turns on his flashlight.]

There we are. How's that?