Looking up he found the woman was bending down to him and asking him if he was ok, he was a robot he couldn't precisely feel pain so he just nodded. Then she asked him what model he was and extended a strange cable out to him. The only ports Five had in his body was USB ports and what she extended out to him wasn't a USB cable, instead of trying to find a place where that cable fit he opened up his little internal storage unit and pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to her.
The paper was his manufacture document, though he wasn't sure if that was still a thing they did 120 years in the future, the paper read:

[i]Brass Enterprises Manufacture Document
Model No.: 5.0
Unit No.: 1/0 (Prototype)
Date of Production: 03/10/2098 (dd/mm/yy)
Legal Owner: Dr. Draphus Phelps
Function: Research[/i]

When he was sure she had read it he plucked it from her hands and shoved it tack into his storage area, he was afraid of losing it, it being his only link with his time of creation. Slowly he got up and leaned against the wall, wanting to give his gyros the time they needed to stablise, not giving them the chance after the fall.