...ouch. Katina looked away too, more glad than usual when her drink arrived to provide a distraction. He sounded as stand-offish as usual but... dammit, she wasn't sure whether to be more worried if he was offended, or if he wasn't and she thought he was. Why should she care anyways?

Probably because standing out was a lot nicer when it was on your own terms. "...sorry," she murmured barely audibly through a sip of beer.