"Thats fair, but if you are worried about others I don't think this is the way to go about it..."
Mason's voice is gentle but firm, it is obvious he is putting alot of effort to maintain his composure, but he can't hide his tense posture of a man getting ready to spring. His hands are raised diplomatically in the universal "I am unarmed; don't hurt me" pose. He inches in a little closer and lowers his voice signifigantly, his words coming out in a forced harsh whisper.
"Alice, I'll go with you even, if you are worried about what might happen, just name it whatever you want. But if you don't go willingly you give up any say in how this happens, just think about it. If they are willing to point a draw a sniper bead on you, do you really think your consent is what is important to them?... If you do go willingly you still have some say in how it happens, but I think it will go a lot worse if you don't..."
Mason tries hard to emphasize his sincerety, but there is a hint of exasperated desperation in there too.