[ He picks them up, one after another, and places one in his vacated holster, the other he keeps in his free hand.

He closes the space between them again, and presses the muzzle of his gun against her back. ]

Now, you and I are gonna take a walk. I'd cuff you, except you and I both know you'd just be out of 'em in a few seconds.

Up the stairs to the right, if you'd be so kind.