[Confronted with what could (and very likely would) be the harbinger of their death, people's reactions say quite a lot about them. Hawke's always found it interesting, having been said harbinger a number of times. Often it's just angry cursing and threats. Sometimes it's surprising. And then there are those like this dude who try to buy their way out. She's not sure what she expected, but it wasn't that.

Relm throws her head back and laughs at his offer.]

Oh, you're precious. You think I'm here to "fix" something? That I'm here out of some sense of begrudging duty? Oh no no no no. You've got it all wrong.

[She steps off from the wall, tucking her phone away.]

No, I'm here because I want to be, because you made the very, very stupid mistake of hurting someone I rather like. See, I'm good at two things. Finding people and killing people. I'm really good at the latter. You could say I made a career out of it. I've got a body count higher than the number of your little friends back at that compound. [She tilts her head a little, smiling.] And you? I want to kill you. So I'm going to. [Her hand reaches for her bladed staff, drawing it off her back. But that's not the biggest of Shiloh's worries in regards to her. More like the crackles of electricity that dance around her hand and up her staff, promising a lot of pain in the coming minutes.]

Shall we dance then, or am I going to have to chase you for it?