Mistletoe could hear voices, but was in to depressed a mood to wonder what they were talking about, or who they were... She tried to stand up straight, and to smile, but it didn't work. It felt weird, and she knew she must look really odd....
odd might not even cover it. Frightening, maybe. Horrifying, perhaps.
She gave up, and flopped to the floor, sitting cross-legged, head in her hands, and stared at nothing in particular.