The suitcase Tatiana was handed was not even heavy to her enhanced sensibilities as she reached up without looking and hooked a hand through the strap of the backpack that was assigned to the shapeshifter, the heavier equipment including specially programmed and enchanted electronics that would help them with both magic and the delight of technology created by the mundanes around them. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Hmmm...</span>" She wrinkled her nose in annoyance that they had to actually make physical contact with someone before they could get the information they needed. In the United States and in Europe, they were given a dossier either on paper or more recently via email and away they went. This particular job was beginning to irritate the shapeshifter and they hadn't even left the plane yet. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Hopefully our <i>contact</i> won't annoy me too much... didn't the home office learn their lesson sending us smug little paper-pushers last time?</span>"<br/><br/>Tatiana's reference to 'last time' was a testament to the fact she had broken their contact's nose when he had come up to them at the end of a particularly rough struggle at bringing in a werewolf who was still new to her condition and the shapeshifter hadn't been particularly convinced the werewolf had really broken any rules yet. Their contact had made a crack about putting a bitch down faster than Tatiana could and she had taken the insult to herself and the werewolf as cause enough to cold cock the arrogant prick right in his smug little face. She and Faria both had suffered for it, Faria having to hand down the punishment to Tatiana through their bonded brands as well. Tatiana didn't blame her partner for it, it was just the arrangement given to the two of them upon their birth.<br/><br/>At her partner's questions, the shapeshifter pushed her dark curls out of her face and followed along the cramped aisleway of the jet, the sensible little slip on shoes she wore complementing the light-colored trousers and top she wore to stay at a reasonable temperature on the plane. As Tatiana and Faria crossed from the plane into the jetway and felt the brief blast of moist heat before entering the air-conditioned airport, the shapeshifter felt she would soon be changing into something much less conservative in these climes. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">I'm feeling a bit hungry, so I suppose we could stop off for a bite...</span>" She looked around at the little food shop set-ups that most airports had and wondered if Colombian food was agreeable to her digestion. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">I think the massage booth should wait though. Once we get through immigration and customs, I think our contact will be more than a little impatient to get us to our hotel.</span>"<br/><br/>While Tatiana had a little bit of a defiant streak and had no problem making little whipped puppets of the Shadow Council wait for her, whether it came to reports or being at locations on time, this could be someone who was simply a local mage and really was being inconvenienced by the Shadow Council sticking their nose in everyone's business. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">I will admit that I am taking a shower and having a fucking nap until this heat tapers off. Our quarry won't be moving around in this heat anyway. Best to hunt it at night.</span>"