Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines

A high-pitched whine came from deep inside the tangled mass of metal. People
stepped back. There was no telling what dangerous chemicals were in there.

At the base of the fire truck’s chassis a gap appeared that widened as if someone
or something was opening a tent flap.

T-X, her left hand formed into a diamond-toothed metal saw, stepped out of the
wreckage. She glanced with indifference at the small crowd, then walked away,
her hand morphing back into human form, her skin and clothing in perfect
condition. Not so much as a strand of hair out of place.

No one tried to stop her, or even talk to her.