"I don't trust you," she said. "I can see the gleam in your eyes. You want to watch me bleed."
Vashe did wonder if she could use an alliance with this young man to her advantage. With him protecting her for even a little while, she could do more than just shout at the viewers through the cameras.... she could do all kinds of inventive sabotage to the arena to make her "voice" heard. Maybe, just maybe, if she could gain the marginal trust of Manius, she could sabotage his works, as well, warning weaker and potentially nicer Tributes.
She knew the tradition was that no one decent gets out of the Games alive, but, sometimes, some wild-card gentle kid got out of things by avoiding the slaughter and the arena-dangers through wit and luck. Vashe looked around, trying to find that kid. A large part of her wanted Luke to survive, but she saw his work - a sign of secret training - and thought that perhaps, he wasn't as innocent as she'd thought.
Yeah, maybe being an ally to the Careers might be a way for her to play to some kind of martial pacifism - stay alive, wreck the Capitol's sh*t as much as possible, for as long as she can. Most people weren't gutsy enough to do stuff like that, fearing for their families. Vashe knew she had her family's support, that they were as ready to fight or to die as much as she was.
She turned her gaze out at the other areas of the training hall and to the mentors on the promenade above. "I may take you up on your offer," she said. "I will bleed one way or another, I suppose. Perhaps I would be the best winner. And if you win, you can put in to transfer yourself to District 10. You'd make a fine butcher - or one of the stock-guards shooting off the coyotes. So, what was it that made you suddenly consider this? I thought I was a 'weakling' in your eyes."