"It's.... certainly startling," Maleficent admits. She does not usually admit to being caught off-guard, but the girl is as much of a victim of this place as she. She did not choose this mask any more than Maleficent chose her own.

...Yet it seems that whatever Power led them here and chose their attire had... a purpose for it. A reason for what ended up wound across their faces. For what reason would this young woman have such a mask attached to her own? Maleficent finds herself further unsettled, the discomfort lifting her shoulders back a bit, holding herself very tall and very straight. A sort of defensive-mechanism perhaps, a way to keep herself quite composed, listening attentively to the girl as she speaks.

"Socially awkward," she repeats, almost thoughtfully. Not for the first time this evening, she is reminded of the very.... awkward dinner she and Aurora attended with Phillip's parents. It wasn't too terribly long ago. Maleficent had felt quite out of place, unknowing how to interact with humans, what to say, how to behave. Ultimately she had not made.... the best impression.

"I suppose my appearance may be considered improper by default," she says with the faint hint of amusement tugging at her bloodred mouth — and gives her wings a soft shifting as though for emphasis. She's quite aware of how she looks, compared to all of the others here. Mostly humans, though there are a few Others sprinkled in amongst them. None which stand out so much as her, as much as she can tell. "A faux pas amongst humans?"

It's not entirely the correct use of the term, but she thinks she understands.