Woody listened to what she had to say, and for the moment he was actually willing to disregard that obnoxious know-it-all tone. Because at the end of the day she had been here longer than him, which made her more of an expert on the place. Still, that didn't make what she was saying any easier to swallow. A research facility that posed as a mental institute -- it sounded like something from a movie (and not a very good one, either). His dark eyes searched out the staff in the room. Did that make them like the prison guards who'd kept watch over Sunnyside at night? Maybe, which meant they'd have to be outsmarted somehow if he was ever going to get out of here.

Granted, he couldn't say he was completely on board with this nut house-run-by-mad-scientists spiel, either. But when he'd narrowly avoided death by waking up in a human body, what else was he supposed to do except take her word for it for now? He hadn't exactly discounted the idea that maybe this was all some freaky dream, true, but Woody knew he wasn't going to get anything done just by plugging his ears and refusing to listen. Especially when he still had his friends to think about...

"So you're basically saying everyone here's been stolen -- err, kidnapped by these doctors," Woody said with a frown. Why would anyone want to take toys for something like that, though? And that was being generous by assuming a place like this even actually existed, but he was going to think himself in circles if he kept going down that path right now.

"Listen--" He reached up to rub his eyes again, but stopped short and awkwardly dropped his hand to the table again. "I was with some friends before I was brought here," he added, pushing aside his worry long enough to try to get some answers about folks he knew were real. "Have you run into anyone named Buzz Lightyear?" Maybe if he tossed out names to people he met someone would eventually have something for him. "Or Jessie?"