[There is a light clatter as a vinyl head hits the floor and when she walks in there is a cowboy doll with a vacant smile laying lifeless in the middle of the common room. But she's not getting supernaturally punked by something malevolent because the expression on his face comes back a half second later.]

[Woody lets out a little groan of annoyance.]

That is the second time today.

[He's wondering how many more times he's going to reflexively rag doll before he gets used to this. With Sid he'd been mentally prepared for the whole thing but this is harder because it's people just approaching normally.]

Sorry, reflex.

[He stands up off the floor.]

There's a whole lot of instinct I'm fighting to even have conversations with everyone.