"Hello," she manages to croak out through the static-ridden speakers. "I... I don't know... I haven't been turned on in a long time." Her words are slurred, barely audible over the buzzing hum of her motor. She shifts uncomfortably, wishing she could move her arms to rub her aching back.

Jayden frowns and glances at her missing hands. "Well, I can't turn you on until we fix those...

Withered Chica tilts her head to the side, watching Jayden carefully. She doesn't want to make any promises she can't keep. "I think... I might be able to move with your help."

Jayden nods and stands up, offering his hand to her. "Alright then, let's get you inside and see what we can do about fixing you up."