Lydia's finger itched on the trigger. "Oh no?" she asked. "I'm not helping you with shit and you've incapacitated his ability to help you, so it seems to me like we're at a bit of a stalemate. Take the wire and go. Or else we'll find out just what I can and can't do under duress," she said and even though her hands were still shaking, her eyes were cold and her tone was colder.

"You busted the tire, you want the copper, sounds like a personal problem," she added and her finger pressed against the trigger a little more. Please don't call my bluff, I really don't want to shoot you, because I'm afraid you'll shoot him and then I'll have to kill you and I really don't want to do that.