"Use this... We'll communicate through these," she handed Logan flesh-colored earbuds.
Scarlett readied the guns as Logan donned the earbuds, discreetly concealing them beneath her coat.
"Ma'am, are you certain about going down alone?" Logan voiced his concerns. A sense of worry could be heard in his tone.
"Yes! Why do you ask?" Scarlett responded, a hint of confidence in her voice.
"Allow me to handle them," he insisted, his worry growing.
"No! They might kill you. As for me, I believe they won't kill me right away," she reassured him with a smile, trying to ease his worries.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because these people are the Withers. They only aim to kidnap me, not kill me," she explained, a smile lingering on her lips as she observed Logan's shocked expression.
