The doll was his primary concern, because it was giving him the creeps. But hot coffee on his toes was a distraction at least.

Leonard let go of Qrow and hopped backwards, shaking off one foot, then the other, peering at Qrow. "Not again?" he repeated. "Not again about the coffee, or about the doll. Because if the damn dolls are a common occurrence, I want to know that going in."

He grunted a little, looking at the coffee-soaked shoes. "Sorry about that," Leonard managed to remember to say, if belatedly, glancing over his shoulder at the doll again.