By the curl of her lip, it was rather obvious that Tracey didn't care one bit about any of the other patrons, and she didn't see why he should either. What was it to him?
Eyeing him off warily as he offered to buy her a drink, she didn't know what he was up to, but she didn't like it. "Why? Why would you buy me a drink?" He didn't look the type to go ahead and poison her, and if he was, then he seemed smart enough to not do it in public. But either way, there went her sole reasoning for Zacharias Smith to be offering her an olive branch, as he so put it.
"Fine, I'll take a butterbeer," she said after a moment, still looking sceptical about the whole situation.