[Wanda sets her end of the table down, and shrugs.]

Does it surprise you? You don't strike me as the sort of man who isn't aware of the presence he has, even when not inclined to speak much about himself.

[This time she reaches for the table cloth, shakes it out over the second table, excepting he'll catch the other end. It isn't a judgment so much as an observation, and he is by far one of the more intriguing people she's met in this place.]