[ she can't explain to herself why this line of conversation riles something defensive inside of her. she eyes kirei a moment, trying to discern if he has some alternative motive for choosing those particular words-- words that alienate her from others, widening the divide in her mind, making her dwell on imaginary enemies and betrayals.

finally, she glances away, eyebrows drawing together slightly. ]

Do you not find me capable of dealing with enemies? [ her voice remains soft on the surface, but her words have sharp syllables. ] My violence is elegant. Precise. Reserved for those that hurt me first.