[Buzz is not the best at reading people, but in the way that he tends to think better of them than they necessarily deserve. That flicker of pain would have been hard to miss even if he were less good a reader than he is.]

I'm sorry. You must miss them a lot.

[He'd say something hopeful about 'maybe they'll show up here,' but that's its own bad possibility. He already misses Jessie fiercely, but he certainly doesn't want her to be tortured and implanted with a shock collar and if missing her is the price he's got to pay in exchange for that not happening, then fine, he'll miss her all he can.

Buzz straightens up, pulling together his best serious-yet-sincere Space Ranger bearing to offer his formal assistance.]

If you ever get bored or lonely, well, Woody and I know just about every card and board game there is. We're new at talking to people but we'd be happy to keep you company.

[While he's trying to assess the second big person he's had a real voluntary conversation with, his attention lands on Saturday's pointed ears. That's new!]

Am I mistaken, or are you, uh - other than human?

[Gosh he hopes that's not offensive to ask. Fantasy's not his genre. She could be an alien with pointy ears, and he doesn't want to come right out and ask 'are you an elf' with his poor working fantasy knowledge until he knows for sure that's not offensive. Elves can mean those ethereal people from the long movies Andy watched once, or it can mean Santa's Little Helpers from the stop motion movies he watched every year, and those are very different terms for one word.]