Tatiana rested her shoulders on the far wall and rolled her eyes as her companion, handler, and friend was called out for just a few more extra verification processes. Thank the powers that be that their suitcases containing all of the magical paraphernalia tha Faria needed for their jobs were enchanted to disguise the insides as just random traveling bits. Finally, the 'guardians of the gates' were finished harassing Faria and she could tell it had gotten on the mage's nerves so Tatiana simply fell in line next to her as they left the general vicinity of the immigration and customs area.<br/><br/>In arrivals, despite the cooling breeze created by the air conditioning units, Tatiana was displeased to see their contact waving about the logo for the Council in the middle of the day and a crowded area. She suppressed a groan of irritation and let Faria handle it as they approached the waste of space that the Council had given them. She shared a look with her companion as they approached and resigned to the very annoying afternoon they were both about to get into. She decided that she would have a quiet afternoon, as long as this irritation left them alone.<br/><br/>The man's voice was loud and cheery in greeting, making Tatiana recoil in distaste, willing to scarper right back on the plane to get away from him and his poorly-fitting clothing. Her lips curled in a sneer as he asked if they were the names and introduced himself, walking at the same steady pace as Faria as they began to head for the airport exit. She looked over at Faria, almost pleading with her to get them someone else, anyone else without a word but they followed the jovial weirdo as he beckoned them out into the stifling humidity that was Colombia.<br/><br/>"Ugh." The only noise or word that Tatiana made was in response to the blast of moist air that ruffled her hair and brought an almost instant sweat to her forehead and neck, making her breathing change in short order to deep slow breaths, also to restrain herself from choking their contact. Rodrigo didn't seem all that affected by his environment with the exception of beads of sweat breaking out on his own brow and for that simple fact alone, Tatiana regarded him as something less appealing than a cockroach.<br/><br/>When he led them to a bright yellow vehicle with ‘taxi’ written on it quite obnoxiously, Tatiana stopped and shot Faria a look as if to say, ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ They were supposed to be under the radar and that did not include being stuffed into a beaten up yellow neon sign of a car that had rust creeping up on the wheelhouses. Rodrigo, however, acted like nothing had gone wrong and was opening the back end and gesturing emphatically for the women to bring their suitcases to him.  Tatiana leaned over closer to whisper in Faria’s ear, her voice a low, displeased hiss. “I swear, if he reaches for anything he shouldn’t, I’m going to rip his balls off and feed them to him. What were they thinking?”<br/><br/>With a grim sort of expression, the shapeshifter sauntered forward and let the pudgy man grunt and groan his way into lifting her suitcase before sliding it in the trunk and angled her lean form into the backseat while he took Faria’s from her and repeated the procedure. Tatiana was back to studying her nails intently and smirked as she purposely shifted them to something clear with a little bit of glitter on them to occupy herself. It seemed that the shapeshifter was wholly against actually speaking to Rodrigo directly and she ignored him anytime he said something to herself or Faria. Besides, she was the muscle, it wasn’t her job to be charming or speak to the contacts. Ever.