Police of course were left unamused by everything Abigail said. It was very easy to understand - only a mere simple glace, a look over their faces was to reflect enough: their eyes almost shallow at the depth of possible thought and remorse to appear in their tired heads of hopeless resolve - one could only cling tightly onto the only stable place of work in the desperate times; and no wonder it was that Abigail and the gathered crowd were quite a threat to that stability. It came out to be that she was not only a threat to the luxurious condition of the residents and the guests of that villa; mere civilians stuck in their foolishness and disinterest to the world around them, but also to the people who were a mere hired staff around the villa, organizing the flashing party, organizing the defense lines to keep it isolated. Just holding up some order.
For some reason it reminded Abigail of the war. Some people back in the day too, were just holding up some order. Or trying to.

Yet, she was not the one to judge. The contrast between poor and forgotten people standing against the line of police who were threatened by them; threatened by the prospect to join them in the end - was enough of a thing to be spoken.
The situation kept on escalating though. Despite her best attempts the only thing she did manage was to bring the remains of her crowd closer to her and so more organized in a way. Organized to stand til the very end that is - no matter what kind of end it would be. They all - Abigail included - knew the most expected outcome - the batons coming out and police lashing out all of their daily humiliation and frustration at them, until they are physically exhausted. Abigail knew that by the rumors and the talk of the people on the street and the shelter. Others knew it by their own experience. 

She could not allow this to happen though. There had to be some way to avoid the violence to come - the violence she herself executed to the possibility of it happening. She brought these people here and in so she put them threatened against the police. They followed her here and in so were ready to stand their ground - seeing as they did not leave as soon as police appeared. She appreciated that resolve, the passion of theirs to stand still for their life, for their own dignity - a thing Abigail herself thought to be lost on her forever, ever since she left her home. She appreciated it, but she also could not allow for this hell to break loose. 
Especially considering she still had a girl to save. And provide the backup for Montag. 

But she felt she could not just abandon these people either. She thought of it as it was her full responsibility for what was happening - and to some degree it was so, at least in regard to these people. Some compromise had to be taken. 

With a deep sigh she raised her voice once again: 
"[color=f26522]We’h will leave peacefully, as peacefully we ‘ave come ‘ere - as we ‘ave come guided by the mercy of God. But we can’t leave without our voices being heard. Allow me tah’ speak with the mayor in the stead of these poor souls and we will leave.[/color]"
She said, hands open and shown to police; at least she promised to the police a way for this rally to be over with no violence.