Herald winces as he helps Woodley into the car and then gets in himself. As the car pulls away and the police descend on the scene, he breathes a sigh of relief. Things are fragged up more than he cares to admit.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," Herald says once they're a comfortable distance away. "Let's get right to it. Someone arranged that double-cross, and the smart money's on either our employer, or Big Mac himself. I don't trust either of them, but if it's the Johnson who betrayed us, we can't just show up with Woodley and expect to walk away alive. We need leverage, and unfortunately she's all we have.
I'm sorry, my dear, but you're not out of the woods yet. I will meet with the Johnson, alone. I'll secure our payment, and then I'll leave. Once I'm safely returned to you, we'll let the Johnson know where he can find Woodley, and everyone gets what they want.
My apologies ma'am, but I'll need you to hand over your comlink. You'll receive it back shortly, but I'm afraid I must insist." He makes direct eye contact with Woodley, trying to convey with his tone and expression that he will absolutely not accept "no" for an answer. If she looks down, she may realize that Herald is holding his pistol casually pointed at her leg, not overtly, but certainly deliberately, and will certainly have no reservations against shooting her if necessary.