Wilde is mildly taken aback, but laughs anyway. This is not the response he expected, but it's somehow way more fun.

"Nah. Zero for one, actually. Swing and a miss. I'll take those points, though."

He adjusts his mask, pushing the hair out of his eyes again. Maybe he should have slicked it back or something? Ought to remember to get this shit cut, finally. "Maybe. I bet it's easier than it might seem. Just disrupt the ability to make connections, like simulated face blindness. Then pair that with concealing charms and miscellaneous spellwork. Up the disorientation."

For the record, this girl's voice doesn't ring any bells -- but the way she forms phrases, maybe. Her head shake.