Anne holds Regan's gaze with serious intensity, even at the sight of that little smile. She doesn't want to smile back, lest it look like she don't mean it. It isn't until Regan's smile fades and she replies that Anne lets her expression soften.

"Everything can be killed," she says. Only then does she let a smile touch her lips, wry and a little bit ruthless. "And they haven't met me."

It isn't bravado or arrogance. She wouldn't be so stupid as to go seeking out confrontation — not anymore, not even for sport; not since that mess with Mad Sweeney, after seeing how much it had hurt Jack and Greta. Things have changed since then. She states this as a plain fact. If it becomes a necessity — and they will all have to trust it won't — then she will do what needs doing.