You were cornered, facing the tip from the brown loafer of this towering black-coated giantess. You knew she was normal sized tho, just as those scraps and trash around this alley that dwarfed your 2 inch body. She took some distance, and knelt down to greet you:

Morning, little creature~. My name is Makima, Devil-Hunter. I'm here because I was told to "eliminate you", but...

Makima paused to sniff the air. She rested her head, and tapped her chin —a hint of playfulness as she pretends to be concerned:

...But I can tell, you're not a demon at all. And to be fair, even a regular human would "finish the job" without sweat~.

She shrugged, drawing her pinky and poking your tiny arm, expecting "a hand shake" as she adds:

So, how about if you come with me instead~? We can have a little chat inside the car. Otherways, I'd have to finish the job, mh~?