Rorschach scowls at the laugh beneath the mask and it responds, the blots forming a shape clustered around roughly where his mouth is. "No. Just not used to it." Talking, he means.

Usually it's because he doesn't have anyone to talk to. No one in Hillingdon House ever asks him anything even when he does manifest. They all just sort of take him for granted by now. Just the strange ghost who's become part of the furniture.