The giant looks over shoulder searching for the source of the sneeze she just heard. If the somewhat annoyed look on her face is any indication, you probably don't want her to find you. Do you run for cover? If you do, the movement might catch her eye. But if you don't, and just stand here in the open...
"Aha! There you are!"
...that'll happen. Before your brain can finally send signals to your legs to move, a giant hand engulfs you. You find yourself unable to fight against the giant fingers, calloused from years of garden tending, yet still somewhat soft. Your sense of gravity leaves you as you're lifted- too quickly for your comfort- to the giant woman's face, her scrutinizing eyes filling your vision.
"Sigh... another peeping tom. When will the men of this town learn?"
"Wait..." you say, "I'm not a peeping tom! I don't even know where I am!"
"Though I'm curious how you got to be so small. That is... considerably more effort than the local perverts usually go to."
"I said I'm not a peeping tom!" you yell. You notice her ears perking. Now that you're yelling, it seems that your captor... well, she still can't quite hear what you're saying, but she can tell that you're at least trying to speak.
"Sorry, little thing. I can't quite hear you. Hang on..."
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