Torrie’s eyes narrow, but only because she’s never liked people telling her what she does and doesn’t want. She’s not stupid either, so leaves it where Teagan does, happier to make an exit than argue her skills, and whether she actually would want any involvement. Her loyalty to Solomon, and doing a favor for him doesn’t stretch to somehow making herself seem capable of being important to this Dog’s vendetta.
“I’ll pass it along,” she replies. If Torrie were anyone but who she is she might’ve added a good luck, but she can’t bring herself to do that. She might not have befriended the blonde, but she doesn’t look like the kind of woman that needs luck; Torrie can recognize someone that might just make something work by sheer will. That she respects, even if she doesn’t say it.
Confident that Teagan isn’t going to bother her on her way to the door, Torrie eats up the space she needs to to make her exit and lets herself back out in the darkness of the tunnel outside Jo’s place.