5″(You take a highly advanced futuristic tool and start tinkering around trying to find a way to activate her. Her eyes suddenly brighten, and she sits up. The moss blanket and vines break away as she rises, and dirt falls out of her joints. She turns her head left, then right, then her attention turns to you. She blinks twice before finally speaking) What. . . where. . . why. . . who. . . how. . .
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