Candy snorted softly. "Because. You hurt one of mine. And because while you might not swat fruit flies, you certainly wouldn't bat an eyelash killing people." She moved a little bit closer to him, crossing her legs and leaning forward. "Oh, I know your type, Jack. You forget. We're both killers. The difference between us is that I have standards."
It was an admission that shook her to make, but it was true. She killed when it was called for, when she had no other choice. And she'd do it again if she had to.