Tracey found herself in Bezoar more than her partner in crime, honestly it wasn't because she was always purchasing. It was largely because she wasn't as careful as the smaller girl. It was also a side effect of her ever increasing excursions away from Louisiana when ever she was on break from school. The store and looking at its contents gave her a similar calm as Lia's presence did, something she didn't get many if any other place. It had taken a long time for the girls, especially Tracey with her snark, to get the owner to warm up to them like he had - but it definitely had its uses now that he was familiar and in an odd way almost fond of the girls.
"So you haven't yet then?" She questioned, her expression softening a little. She wasn't exactly keen on the idea of doing something that would cause her closest friend physical pain, but she knew that if she said know she'd have to either find someone else or attempt it on her own (she full and well knew, if it was to help Lae, there would be no discussion of other ideas) - and she would much rather be there doing it herself and knowing it was done right, than risk disaster. She thought for a moment before nodding, "I'll do it." She said plainly. Knowing that even questioning what 'it' was might push the conversation to a place where she already knew all of the answers.
She slipped slightly away from the other girl, looking around the store as she ran a finger over the slightly dusty edged of a darkly stained cabinet - eyes flowing over the items inside as she lost herself in her thoughts. She knew that there would be no backlash from Lia, but she also knew that the words - once said - could not be taken back.