While Tony sat contemplatively beside her and tousled her mask feathers Wanda was intently watching any attractive men who passed their alcove. There was Tarzan again. All work and no play... It took her a few moments to register that Tony had spoken and then she had to actually formulate an answer.
"Some drunk man dressed as Zorro," she answered distractedly and then shook her head, trying to think of more details for a better description. "I didn't ever get his name. He was rambling. But he was about five-ten and was rather round. And didn't know how to keep his hands to himself."