Abigail’s words seem to take some manner of some control over the crowd; she was not sure if it was what she said specifically, how she said it. The people seem to have calmed, at least a little - at least enough for her to be sure they would not attack [b]first[/b], and at least enough for them to listen to what she is saying. It gave her confidence. 
Or of course it could all be due to the fact that the police have arrived.

Was Abigail expecting something like this to happen or not, was up to speculation even to herself. When she and Montag were discussing this plan, they both of course considered that if Abigail would be successful with collecting a crowd and not just a few half awake hobos - sooner or later the police would arrive. The surprise she felt was mostly coming from the fact that she expected the police to come from the [b]other [/b]side, from the side of the street. Not from the side of the villa itself - and certainly not so quick and not with the numbers like so. She and the crowd of the poor and homeless led by her were quickly outnumbered by the policemen with the expressions on their faces to look rather annoyed. It was to be understood: they hoped to have a calm and joyful evening in the rich villa with little effort to be made in guarding this place - and instead they now had to deal with some appeared out of nowhere crowd.

Abigail scowled as she was to face this row of man, forming a battle shape just in front of them; the sound of the megaphone-amplified voice made her head to ache, her ears felt assaulted by this volume of sound and it was certainly one of the reasons it was used - the sense assault of intimidation and fear. 

She was not afraid though. For someone who was to be a witness to an explosion of a bomb, many of these - the sound of the moustache man yelling was not very intimidating. Abigail only grit her teeth as she - suddenly, and for the first time in probably many years - started to feel some inner shape of herself coming into a more solid, determined form. 

“[color=f26522]Brothehs’ and sistehs’! Do not be afraid and do not let them scare ye! We ‘ave come to show them violence they did to us, to remind them of greed and vanity they revel in! We have God’s mercy on our side, and they have only their vision blinded by their fear![/color]”

It was amusing to her - even though she could not properly reflect that at this moment - how much her faith and her personal strength of a human has elevated in this situation, leading this crowd of poor and forgotten people. She even forgot about why she was there at all for a moment. So strong the emotion of this situation was so overwhelming. 
The sight of the stiff police faces though, ready to burst into attack, made Abigail to get a grip on herself. She was in charge of people here, as well as she was a part of the plan to rescue the girl from her demise. She needed to think, fast, to prevent the escalation of violence as well as to get inside to help Montag. 

She was quick enough to come up with a solution. Driven only by her intuition, she came forward, in front of her crowd and in front of the police. 

“[color=f26522]I ‘ave come with no weapon at hand, and so my brothehs’ and sistehs’ here. Only with a word of God. Can’t ye see the mark of suffering on their faces?! I know ye can see, I know it hurts ye souls. I want the mayor to remind himself of these people suffering! Allow me to speak with ‘im[/color]”