Dillon watched the Major leave as well, praying that he had sense enough not to let his guard down. He doesn't think there's much danger of that, but still. Mortals that Dillon actually likes are coming fewer and farther between, these last few decades. As much as he'd kept up with them, he is still just a bit old-fashioned.
While he is also the Deputy Reeve on-site, it is Martha that had developed their plan of action, and she is the maximum authority so long as His Majesty isn't present. In the field, however, her security is Dillon's primary concern. So after a look around, at the surrounding streets and park gates, parked cars and shadowed alleyways, he leans down, close to the little Herald to murmur. "Ma'am, I must request that we abort this patrol tonight in light of the potential for open hostility, and to consider information gained."
It only occurs to him after the fact that she could probably hear his quietest whisper from several yards away. Oh well. Force of habit.
3 successes, just in case