[Jessie was factory-made to be the most cow-girliest cowgirl there ever was. It's stitched into the very fabric of her being. She'd be genuinely happy to learn that brought anyone comfort. ]

Like you can't do anything for yourself, right? Lucky, I taught Woody that one real quick. He sure as a sidewinder don't treat me like any damsel in distress.

[Mostly because Jessie would open the biggest can of whoop-ass on him if he tried. Heck yeah, independent women. Toy women. Whatever.]

No, no. It's okay. I am pretty little. I noticed and all, not in denial about it or anything.

[Not that it stops her acting like she's got about five extra feet to her once in a while. She jumps to the side, landing on the little glowing block.]

Don't mention it. Wouldn't want you to end up getting squashed by whatever the heck is going on with that spikey ceiling thing.

[Did they get kidnapped by a Bond villain? She's sure if Pricklepants were here, he'd have something to say about dramatic narrative or somesuch.]