Tina hadn't bothered finding her way to the loo, she instead stepped outside for fresh air. It had been a split second decision. She only stayed out a moment, long enough to take a breath, and be back behind the curtains to their balcony spot. She had just touched them to pull them open, hearing not Miguel's side of things, but just Lyra. Telling him that it was his. Her heart sank, hidden enough in the shadows that when Lyra walked by, she missed Tina.
It took a moment for her to gather her thoughts, feeling the eyes on the back of her head. It may have been a semi-private balcony, but with the women coming and going, people had noticed something was going on. That was the only thing that pushed her through the curtains, back to their table.
For a moment she just stared at her husband, everything had just changed in the blink of an eye. She was so overloaded, she didn't know which instinct would kick in first. Flight or fight? She had been willing to fight just minutes earlier when she had thought the woman a fan. Would she sill fight for him now? "Miguel?" she spoke finally, though she stood next to him, no where near her chair.