[Tony's not actually a particularly small man, but he has a way of seeming that way, and big crowds mean getting bumped a lot. He's feeling slightly claustrophobic by the time he arrives, and that takes some doing for someone who winds up crammed into corners in the studio all the time. He's entirely too tempted to throw up a mean little spell or two, but that would be attracting attention.

When he spots the polite British guy from a hundred years ago, he ducks under some big alien's arm and hurries over, glad to get out of this mess.]

Hey.