Tatiana stiffened at the revelation that their idiot driver and contact had violated the terms of his contract and opened the small binder and read the information about the job they were to do. Her eyes narrowed as she slowly lowered the hand she had been studying the glittery nail polish of, the hand resting on her lap. The shapeshifter's spine straightened as she slid forward in her seat some, magic rippling off of her skin as her reined in temper loosed its bindings from her control. Tatiana's lips opened and she gave Rodrigo a scathing lecture in rapid Greek, cursing him for a fool and praying to whatever gods that might still tend this forsaken planet that his balls shrivel up and his cock fall off. Rodrigo probably didn't understand her words but Faria certainly did, having grown up hand-in-hand almost with the shapeshifter/siren half-breed.<br/><br/>When her lecture had finally come to a stop, Tatiana's eyes shifted from the dark, mediocre brown color she had been keeping as her usual form's standard to a glowing, beast-like scarlet. Her olive skin rippled from it's tantilizing tan into a moist, pale color, and her dark brown curly hair began to lengthen into greenish, straight tendrils. The siren half of Tatiana's genome was rising and she was pissed off, as was evident from the teeth that became lengthened fangs, and her fingers ended in talons instead of human nails. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">The worst that could happen is that you violate the terms of your contract and become my next meal, you fool. You have foolishly become ingrained in the struggle between the Shadow world and the mortal realm, and you are now a liability. My job is to eliminate liability to the revel of our world to the larger public.</span>" This was the longest speech (besides the swearing lecture she had given him before) that Tatiana had ever made  and she could tell it was having an effect on Rodrigo.<br/><br/>The driver had pulled over to try and calm Tatiana down when she started speaking in Greek, but now he had gone pale and seemed to be trying to fight the urge to run out of his own taxi. Tatiana's fingers curled in the back of the seat as she leaned toward her new apparent meal, intimidating him into submission and cowering. The smell of urine filled the vehicle; Rodrigo had wet himself in his terror and was holding his hands up, shouting in Spanish to not eat him, to spare his life and he would never do such a stupid thing again. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">Good. Keep your mouth shut for the rest of the drive and I might consider not creeping into your room tonight and feasting on your entrails.</span>" She snarled, before relaxing back next to Faria, her visage returning to the Grecian beauty from the plane, relaxed and poised as if a creature did not lie beneath the surface. The entrails threat was a complete lie; sirens fed on fluids from their prey, full of neurotransmitters that made them feel high, and entrails were not on the diet list of shapeshifters either.