"A hood huh? Trying to cover up my devilishly good looking mask, are you?" Wade leaned back to pose dramatically, one scarred hand coming up to cover his masked face. "You wound me, Konata, really." Despite the dramatics, he did reach up to pull down hood. Maybe he could make himself look like one of those Assassins from the games.

Still wallowing in his mock offence over his mask he heaved a put upon sigh at the next question. "You're killing me here, Ramona. Comicon is like a big party where a bunch of nerds dress up as comic book characters, or like Disney characters, or elves or something. Lots of fun, until you lose a lookalike contest for yourself."