Dark, hooded eyes looked over at the blonde mage in the airplane seat as the square of the sweet was offered. Slowly, the tanned, leggy brunette plucked the offered treat from her companion's  hand and pushed it between her lips, her eyelids flickering closed at the taste, savoring the slowly melting confection on her tongue. The shapeshifter was in the form she usually preferred, that of a Grecian woman with dark brown hair styled in silky, effortless ringlets and equally as dark, haunting eyes in a face that a sculptor would beg to carve. High cheekbones and a chiseled nose combined with the olive complexion of the land where her genes had been carefully selected from both a siren and a shapeshifter born in the islands just off the coast of Greece.<br/><br/>Tatiana felt entitled to the small treat as she was usually the bait in the arrangements they had to take down rogue creatures and agents for the Shadow Council. Work, work, work. That was all she and Faria did since they had been pronounced fit for duty ten, no eleven years ago. Faria did the magic and the paperwork to make arrangements for travel and collection, and Tatiana did what she did best. Observe and analyze what form would most entice their quarry to come for her and walk right into the trap or spell, or even Tatiana's fists. She was the physical combatant in their pairing and she relished the feel of her muscles straining and pulling when it was time to end a silly ruse.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Thank-you.</span>" Tatiana looked over in the direction of the bong sound, her eyes going wide in curiosity. Generally, flights like this were when the shapeshifter got to be around true mortals moreso than any other time and this was her time to observe the many different faces and habits of mortals, to gather new information and forms she could use in the future. She had a mental list of so many different aliases to go with each face she used, sometimes Faria had a hard time digging out which passport the shapeshifter would need to use. But it was more than just the faces Tatiana was studying. She truly was curious about mortals and the other creatures of the world; she and Faria had never really ever been in the world without a mission, an objective, a goal to meet. The Shadow Council was not known for giving it's bonded  agents personal time off.<br/><br/>After the plane descended down onto the tarmac and touched down, roughly if Tatiana's experience was anything to take into account, they spent another twenty minutes at a standstill, waiting for a gate to be open for them to pull into. The shapeshifter began to get impatient and started fidgeting in her seat, shifting her hips a little and then studying her fingernails. They were clean of polish and ornamentation currently but she studied a woman's fingers across the aisle, painted blood red with sparkly rhinestones added on the ring finger for accent. Tatiana concentrated idly, and she had mimicked the shape, shade, and exact decoration the woman across the aisle had on her nails. She smirked to herself with her own little act of rebellion and yawned a little as the plane moved forward and docked at the gate.<br/><br/>As per her usual habit, Tatiana stretched her long arms over her head and let them dangle over the headrest behind her, watching each person as they walked past the seats that she and Faria occupied. They were in no rush, they didn't even know what they would be hunting in Colombia yet, but it had been awhile since the shapeshifter had a good hunt. Maybe she should study the local wildlife and take on the shape of a large creature of prey in this humid environment. That would be fun, she mused to herself as she finally stood and angled into the aisle to open the compartment above their heads where their carry-on bags were. Now that they were the last ones off, no one would have the chance to spot anything unusual that they women took with them on their trips, unusual for mortals that is.