"I have need of your skillset. You are no fan of mine. That much is certain, but this would be a mutually beneficial arrangement.
We deal with a rather common...inconvenience."
She's never met a source of stress that couldn't be solved with her axe, or a swift kick.
She comfortable in her perceived solitude, sitting down upon a stump to put her slightly damp hair.
The Presence watches her from nearby, its gaze impassive yet focused. He was there for a reason, and that could only be something stress inducing for her.