The give of the chain is an unexpected-- but not unpleasant-- surprise, and Heather starts to yank it out hand over hand... until Dante stops her.

Her eyes narrow.

She knew that bitch was holding that thing somehow...

"Does he? Does he really?"

With a growl, she lets go of the chain. The time for talking is fast approaching its end.

"Well, I've got news for you. People aren't property. And even if they were..."

She strikes out with one arm, quickly and forcefully, snatching the front of the woman's dress (if she can) and yanking her forward, conveniently into the clenched, fisted knuckles of the other hand.

"Property can be confiscated."