The woman snorts, laughing as she holds up her hands. "I'm not going anywhere... at least until you let me go - untouched - in the morning."

That's not going to happen, not when they've got confirmation. And that settles Face enough to lean his head against Murdock's temple.

"That... isn't gonna happen." Face smirks, lifting his head to raise an eyebrow at Hannibal. "See, two heads are better than one."