She wondered if he had a werewolf prejudice, or if he was breaking in slowly to something. "If I'd ever been bitten by a werewolf, I'd be warning you I got all four-legged and furry on the full moons," she informed him. She was very tempted to inform him there were at the very least four werewolves she knew of on board, but opted against it. Let him figure that one out on his own, or let someone else bite that bullet. Such as it was.
Jaime had no particular desire to be a werewolf, but she had nothing against the ones that took precautions and didn't try to plan their shifts next to young children they could savage and turn.
"Okay, it'd be like if a cop in your world decided to go around killing everyone who they suspected of being a criminal. Our targets aren't always ... you know. Murderers or dark wizards. The Aurors tend to handle that side of things. It's ... a fine line and it would take hours to sit here and break down the differences in the departments, and what makes a wizard a Dark wizard as opposed to just a criminal.
"My job's just to hunt down suspects, apprehend them, and bring them to people who can sort out the technicalities. I guess ... hit witch is a little bit of a deceptive term in your terminology." She knew perfectly well what a hitman was, and she could see how he might misconstrue her position. Not that she wasn't often in a dangerous position, and it wasn't that she never went after Death Eaters and the like (especially right after the war). It was just that it wasn't always that sort of thing.