Wanda had chosen a bad time to show up, apparently. Perhaps she could improve his evening a little. With a nod of acquiescence she obediently ascended the treacherous staircase and went to the window in the bedroom to admire the view of the strip all alight in the darkness. She thought idly of how she ought not waste the entire vacation in one hotel, even though it had quite a lot to offer on its own. Like bartenders and bellhops and European men who offered massages in her room. Stepping away from the window she tossed her purse onto a chair and perched herself awkwardly on the edge of the bed, waiting for the heated sound of Tony's argument downstairs to die down.