"Typically?" Katniss shoots back, with a fire she didn't think she still had. But anger was a base emotion and a familiar one, and it doesn't take very long to get it back. She forces herself to take deep breaths, chest aching because of the speed of her heartbeat. After a few moments she had calmed down, one notch from the wild thing she had been originally. "I don't even know why I care about you," she mutters irritably, arms crossing against her chest. But if he's half as good at reading people as he is at getting drunk, he'll know that she doesn't actually mean it.