Porrim's eyes go wide at what Harley is saying. Immediately, she feels her chest tighten with fear, alarm bells ringing in her head, because not only is this restaurant already bugged to hell and back, as a general rule, there's a television camera trained directly on them, and Harley is talking about rebellions and conspiracies. And it's dangerous, and borderline traitorous, and as much as Porrim is definitely part of the rebellion, she is also firmly planted on the side of not wanting to go to prison for it.

So she does the only thing she can do, the only thing a reasonable Capitolite would do: she stands up abruptly, hands on the table, making herself look stern. "I'm sorry, I can't sit here and listen to these subversive lies. The Government of Panem is concerned with our safety and well-being. To suggest anything else would be blatantly traitorous." She tosses her napkin on the table and bolts for the exit, trying to stop the way her hands are shaking, wishing she didn't feel so dreadfully nauseous. She hates to cause a scene, really she does, but she doesn't have much of a choice in her opinion.