Tracy shook her head at Martha's question, listening to the Haunt as she spoke of their encounter at greater length. Once Penelope had finished giving her account of what had taken place, the Gangrel shifter her attention back to the Seneschal. "I remember a couple of black SUVs following us down the highway," she said in regards to the hunters' vehicles. "I didn't get a very good look at them, so I cannot tell you about their license plates or anything of the sort." She seemed a little frustrated by this, but there was no point in getting all worked up over something she had no way of fixing.
Noticing the Haunt's demeanor, Tracy turned to her and offered her a soft smile. "Nah, its all good," she said to her friend. "Shit happens. I'm just glad I happened to run into you when I did." Having said those words, she turned to Martha with an apologetic look in her eyes. "Umm, excuse my language Seneschal Villiers!" Old habits die hard, and the Gangrel had been away from "civilized" Kindred for far too long it seemed. "My only hope is that we lost the hunters," she said after a moment's pause. "I'd hate to bring any trouble with us to Sacramento."