Looking unamused at the fact that apparently drinks went sliding down the bar here, Tracey caught the bottle and settled it in front of her. Glancing sideways at Zach as he looked at her, she arched an eyebrow.
"You're getting mystery packages in the mail that have you acting as though the world is ending, and you're telling me not to be suspicious?" Giving a snort of derision, she sipped her butterbeer and then gave a slight shrug. "Where I come from, it pays to be suspicious. I certainly never would have ended up in your situation." It was true enough, plus she enjoyed rubbing it in.