There were about three dozen gorgeous gals at this party that Tony wouldn't mind getting to know better, if he hadn't already, that didn't come with that kind of damage. Even he had his limits, and he had the luxury of being choosy. Choosy, in this case, meant daddy issues over some kind of long term memory defect, and all he had to do now was figure out what the polite length of time was that a person hung around after he decided to abort mission. He was bad at that.
To his credit, he was reasonably sure he didn't let it show how surprised he was by an answer like that. Most people had the courtesy to be a bit coy about it or outright lying until they'd gotten beyond the first drink stage. Maybe it was the honesty that was making Tony uncomfortable; he didn't do honesty. He turned slightly to catch their bartender out of the corner of his eye to see if she reacted any better to it, but she was already distracted with someone else and Tony had no base line. "That doesn't sound like such a bad place," he managed to come up with, looking skeptical of his own line and diminishing any optimistic effect it might have had. All right, time had run out. Luckily, he spotted someone he thought he might have recognized over Medusa's shoulder. "Look," he said, obviously making for an exit, "don't get lost," okay, that might have been insensitive, he didn't know this woman's condition, try not to cringe, "I'll see you around." He twirled his finger in the air with a vague promise, then cocked his head towards any other body that he hoped would give him a convincing conversation until they were safely out of sight. Reaching for Medusa's had one more time, he kissed her knuckles farewell, regretting the whole weird amnesia thing even more as he did because she was so pleasantly soft, then forced himself away. That could not have ended well.