Tracey watched as the metal glinted when Lia picked the dagger up. She focused on the sharpness, just watching it - the pretty gems not getting any of the attention from the taller of the two girls. Though she had to grin for a moment, they might have looked an odd pair, Lia being so petite and with such wild red hair, and there was Tracey - a borderline amazon looking over the other girls head (as she was much above her shoulder). But their differences over the years had only managed to make them mesh better. Something Tracey had always been glad of, even though it was never spoken out loud.
"Imperio." She said, matter-of-factly. Letting out a harsh breath as she stepped back from Lia. "I'd say the BMA has gotten a lot of... bad press lately... wouldn't you?" She said, that typical mischievousness returning to her voice, the worried tone floating away with each word. "Wouldn't one think they might want to... make some moves to keep people like the Skywalker girl quiet? To keep people from slipping away?" Tracey knew she probably shouldn't be the one suggesting this. But damn it, she was going to. Someone had to. Someone had to shut these people up. And she knew, she really did, she knew that if she was going to keep her loyalties with Lia (and that was her real loyalty at this point, not any 'this side of that', if we were to be frank with reality) than she was going to have to prove herself eventually.
"I don't think I can do what you want easily." She said, responding to her friend's question. "We'll need to commandeer one of the hospital tables some how... I don't want to risk hurting you..." She clear her throat. "I'll need to tie you down. I'm sure I can read up on it plenty fine but... I don't want to risk doing damage to you we can avoid..." There was no point in trying to side step the reality of what her friend wanted from her. Best to be blunt, he honest, and be frank with what they'd need.