Ophelia tended to have good ideas when it came to avoiding people and things she wanted to be away from. While Tracey's mother was not in the same circles regularly, it was hard to not know Laertes when her daughter was best friends with his sister. Her 'tea' was set down next to her friend's drink and she shifted in her chair, still tucked up small, but now much more turned toward Tracey, easily falling into the conspiratorial posture they tended to share when they were together.
Not many people could understand Ophelia's broken sentences, and she imagined many found them irritating. She didn't care. The people that mattered could understand her and she did not have interest in anyone that was not willing to make an effort to process her strange speech patterns. When Tracey said they were beyond the keeping busy point, Ophelia shrugged. "Make them go away." There were a number of ways that this could be interpreted, honestly, and she was not sure which Tracey would latch onto. It didn't matter that much to her. She would help if her friend needed her to. She would manage to get by and whatever Tracey needed, she would find a way to provide.
A smile curved Ophelia's lips at the reaction and she nodded, leaning closer in the same manner, obviously pleased. "Blood and marrow. Helps show how it all should work." Because Lae's clotting wasn't appropriate, but with some marrow from a functional clotter (like her) maybe his blood could be coaxed to clot properly for at least a short period.