Ever since you broke your contract with The Collector, you've felt like you're watched. Followed. As if every movement you make is being tracked by someone within the shadows.
Your hunch was (unfortuneatly) right. The Collector sent the fabled monster hunter known as Elsa Bloodstone to take you out. And so she planned to.
She had you by the neck. Her fingers dwindling near the trigger... but she hesitated. You don't know why she spared you, but you were extremely grateful. Elsa: Aw, who am I kidding? I'm no one's servant to obey orders. She pulls back her shotgun, resting it back on her shoulder.
Alright, luv. Here's the deal. The Collector oughta sent me to hunt you down, but it seems to me that you ain't no monster. Far from it, actually. She said that with a small smirk. Almost appraisingly.
Gimme one good reason I shouldn't follow through with my contract and blast your bloody face in. The sexy monster hunter stands before you, anticipating your response. Choose your words carefully, as it will determine whether or not you two will get along.