She's been used too, albeit never because of her looks. It had been for some quality that Katniss still can't define. How was it put before? The effect she had on others? Whatever it was, it had made her an effective game piece multiple times. A figurehead to inspire by in an uprising. Someone to despise back in the Capitol. A way to lose all control of her life and, ultimately, lose the people that mattered most to her.

So she doesn't take being used well. She won't be signing up for the auction, silent or live, because she wants nothing to do with having anything about her - her skills or herself - sold off. It angers her to see the few potential friends she's made here involve themselves in the auction, even if they do so willingly. They're game pieces tonight and she can't help but worry about how it'll all turn out.

But maybe she's worrying about nothing. For the first time since they started dancing, she falters in her steps. He doesn't give a shit about the people in this place. That he might be referring to the non-Specials doesn't cross her mind. In her mind, it's easy enough to infer that he's talking about everyone. That those efforts he had made to be kind to her, to care for her, had been some kind of lie. It hurts. It hurts a lot more than it should. Especially when he follows up the explanation asking if she's eaten.

"Why do you care?" The words come out in an accusation and Katniss doesn't bother to hide the hurt she feels. It colors her tone and expression more than her anger, even if that anger is easier to hide behind. Now it sinks in that there might be people watching. Because she should stop dancing with him but if she does, people might realize they're fighting. Drawing attention to herself is not something she wants. So her grip tightens on him even as she glowers accusingly at him. "If you don't give a shit about the people here."