Tracey took a step back, startled, but was anchored in place by the grip on her arm. "Take it easy, it's alright, I don't say shit about other people to anyone." She'd expected alarm at being identified as a werewolf by a stranger, but being identified as an artist, that seemed like a bit of an overreaction. Later, she'd be able to figure it out, that her art was a way to make money and it would probably be harder for her to do that if people knew the girl was a werewolf, rather than simply a name (and she could go by any professional name she wanted, to separate the two), but in the moment, she didn't understand.
"We talked a little in the journals," she reminded her. "I hit on you and you showed me something you'd done recently. We talked about watercolor stuff?" She didn't necessarily expect Galinda to remember her, but, being that she was a pretty girl and a werewolf, it would have felt good if she had. Tracey always liked being remembered by pretty girls.