-Dean hums along while he passes you,bopping his head,still playing with his ears-
Myrtle starts talking. It kinda looks like she's talking to herself, but closer inspection will reveal there's a small mouse on her head which is squeaking to her.
Myrtle: ...Yes I know the other eye is off...you don't need to tell me-what? The hand is fine-how would you know, you don't even have hands! ...Sorry, sorry-I'm sorry! I know you're self-consious about that...