It is not a machine. She's not sure of much, but she's sure of that. She's had to wrap her mind around a lot of weird shit since coming here, but she knows what robots look like. They are clunky and awkward and only vaguely human in their general shape. They have hard angles and no set configuration in their limbs or build, and they absolutely do not look exactly like a human head with the face ripped off and metal musculature underneath.

Which is what she clings to, while she reaches the end of her rapidly fraying rope. "It's not a machine. It has eyeballs, it has lips, it has fucking hair." Her voice cracks a little on the last word. Who would build a machine with hair? What purpose could it possibly serve?