Dino isn't in the best state, he'll admit, so he's playing to the fans and being as congenial as he possibly can be. As bad as he feels and now how compromised the image of his band might be, his distress can't show. Thank goodness for Marty. Dino smiles broadly, teetering a bit sideways as that arm goes around him.

"Sorry, everyone! Destiny calls!"

He laughs, but it's fake as it gets, and once they're sort of out of earshot, Dino sighs heavily.

"...That wasn't good, was it?"