[A small voice in the back of her mind tells her that maybe she shouldn't be poking around, but as always, her conscience goes ignored.
Instead, she takes firm hold of the sleeve and tugs hard to pull the body out into the light.] Hey, get out of there. This is no place for a nap. What, are you dead?
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Instead, she takes firm hold of the sleeve and tugs hard to pull the body out into the light.] Hey, get out of there. This is no place for a nap. What, are you dead?
[Because, if so, she's going to laugh.]