Tracey didn't spill about her life, and if she did, she'd like to think she had a couple friends nearer and dearer to her than Gretchen to do so. After all the woman was a sometimes business associate, and any acquaintanceship they shared seemed to be superficial in nature. Which suited Tracey fine. She knew all she needed to know about her. Gretchen wasn't a moron, and, as such, she didn't leave Tracey with the urge to kill herself while talking to her.
Being idiotic enough to egg on a Carrow, notwithstanding of course.
Still she could probably ask a couple of question on what she knew about Quidditch gambling before there was a lot of drinking.
"Perfect." She said a small smile tugging at the side of her mouth, as she opened the door to step inside. "How're you?"