He wanted to listen to what she was saying, he really did. But he was too distracted by the sound of the toilet flushing in the distance. He was waiting for that second flush, instead of doing what he was supposed to do-- act interested or pissed off, or otherwise have some reaction to what he thought was Mia grasping at straws to play a victim card. Oh well.
He didn't miss her glare though. Nope. Tino caught the full effect of that. He replied with a simple shrug, while a hand shot up to comb his beard defensively. "Psycho," he muttered under his breath, inaudible even to her.
The sound of pitter-pattering feet brought him back to reality. "Let me just grab my coat, and we can be on our way."