She knew what the Capitol would say to that. It couldn't possibly be rape, because the Capitol owned her and had consented on her behalf. She feels more than a little uncomfortable at the contrast to avoces, remembering a family friend among those tortured and avoxed by that nightmarish Peacekeeper and her stomach twisting at thoughts of her being repeatedly sexually assaulted when she'd done nothing more than act in her desperation to feed her family.

Her lips thin at his last observation, and for once she doesn't hold back on what she thinks to that. She's been emotionally put through the wringer this evening and just doesn't care right now. "Oh yes, it will cause so many problems for you, interfering with your sense of order and propriety. How terribly inconvenient."