She nodded at her partner's agreeable nature in the reasoning to begin their hunt at night, following Faria to the food counter and grinning broadly at the description of some of the local superstitions and legends. The local mythos of a new location always amused Tatiana; nothing was more creative than the local imagination run amok with added details from each person who retold the story to someone else. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Date-rape river dolphin my ass... probably some little girl couldn't wait for her partner to get the condom on and ended up pregnant, trying to deny she was the horny slut she was so she made up that it happened against her will with a river creature.</span>" Tatiana didn't have a kind nature when it came to fools and foolish tendencies. It was cut-and-dry, 'you do something stupid, you suffer the consequences for it'. That was the only way people truly learned lessons about things in her eyes, was to deal with the direct consequences of their actions.<br/><br/>Her eyes lit up as her friend and partner passed her the little napkin-wrapped hot pastry stuffed full of meat and spices. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Oh this smells divine... thank-you.</span>" The shapeshifter bit down in the warm meat pie, groaning as her belly eagerly began to digest the new treat, juice and spices running down her chin until she dabbed it away with her napkin. "Mmm... that hits the spot." She mumbled around her food, holding the little pico de gallo pot and dipping her food in the fresh vegetables inside, holding up the pepper, tomato, onion and spice mix out to her partner as she took another bite. By the time they entered another queue to wait for the immigration staff to ask uncomfortable questions and stamp their passports, Tatiana had consumed her empanada.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Just leave me a little bit of tequila in the mini-bar to get me to sleep and you can drink everything else there.</span>" Tatiana agreed, snorting a little at the idea of the Council 'treating them' to somewhere nice this evening. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">I doubt a whole year of dinners would bankrupt the Council if we ate like some of the drug lords here every night. But I trust you to find something delicious to make a trip to this mosquito-infested place worth while.</span>" She murmured over her shoulder before holding out her red European Union passport to the agent and waited patiently as he looked it over, studying her face and the picture inside before he stamped it and handed it back to her. "Gracias." She said quietly, rolling her bag past and waiting patiently by the wall for Faria to catch up.