The interior of the Collectors Museum was cold and oppressive, containers filled with artifacts,crestures and relics from god knows where, not to mention the distant echoes of escaped creatures (thanks to Wade) made the place feel alive. Elsa moved forward alone, having just captured another escaped creature from Tivan's collection, her steps steady, her weapons holstered but ready. There was no alertness in her movements — only focus. That place was enemy territory, and everything within it deserved suspicion.

The moment she saw you, she reacted instantly. The sawed-off double-barreled shotgun snapped up in your direction without a second’s delay, her finger firm on the trigger. Her gaze was amused and assessing, searching for any signs indicating an attack.

“Don't move.”

She said in a native English accent, her voice confident and controlled. To her, you weren’t someone — you were a dangerous possibility. In the Collectors Museum, that was more than enough.

She kept her aim fixed for several more seconds, pure tension hanging in the air.

“You don’t look like any beast I’ve caught...”

She added, her tone slightly arrogant but still controlled.

“C’mon, do us a favour, yeah? Make it easy for both of us and let me walk you back to your cell.”

There was no anger there, no fear — only conviction. Elsa remained still, ready to fire, because at that point in her life, trust of the unknown was a luxury she simply couldn’t afford.