“It don’t matter, you know?” Eponine doesn’t understand Katniss’ anger, especially given that Katniss is a stranger.
“And it’s a way to keep warm. You know, we spent a winter under the bridge and it were that cold, we should wake with rats to nibble your toes, only you couldn’t feel, and your eyes were iced shut from your tears. So then I went with anyone what’d have me to keep warm. My ‘Parnasse called me a slut, and I suppose I am, but it were warm.”

She laughs gently. “Miss, I am an old whore now. All used up and disgusting. It don’t matter now. Save your fights, truly. But don’t let it happen to you.”