[She raises an eyebrow. Lack of free-will and all, she's still going to take the opportunity to be miffed at that.]

It wasn't that awful, was it? At least leave me some pride.

[She eyes the mistletoe again, edges a step to the right, and feels a little better. A little more normal, but not much.]

I'm with you, though. No offense, of course. I'm just not the kind of girl who nuzzles up to people on the street.