It results in a flash of irritation that she doesn't bother to hide, maybe only brought on because those things reminded her more of the Capitol than anything else. When you're trying to scrape up enough to buy bread every month, fancy clothes and other things aren't really high up on the list of priorities. Maybe Katniss pretends that she's above these things because it hurts, a little bit. The scars. Even though on the whole she doesn't care. "It's not going to help," she shrugs, once again trying to disassociate herself from that world, the one which most of the islanders seemed to inhabit.

"Do you sing?"