Her eyes were wandering from one side to the other. Not in attention or in search of anything in particular, unless you could count "something that is not boring" as a particular search. While everyone else in the flight left through the door to the hot and humid land of Colombia, both her and her accomplice had to stay put on their seats, a custom that had generated far enough discussions in the past. It was standard protocol for when carrying any sort of magical equipment of any kind, be it simple, indistinguishable from a common household item. Faria prefered to hear the complains coming from her partner then from her superiors, who tended to over exaggerate even the minor transgressions. Luckily, this time, Tatiana was quiet, that could mean only one thing.<br/><br/>Her eyes fluttered towards the Half- Siren, Half- shapeshifter, in lookout for any appearance changes. Nothing out of the ordinary, it seemed. As the years moved by during their time together, Faria developed an internal check-list for her companion as a sort of catching the small transgressions and petty details. But it was far from perfect. The blonde woman was looking at the Grecian being, unable to recall precisely if there was any real difference. Hair length? Color? Maybe it was the lipstick?<br/><br/>It was a mental game of cat and mouse, that usually ended up with Faria losing. Tatiana always seemed natural to her, despite the details being interchangeable and discrete. They have been together in what have been more then a decade now, knowing each other for most of their lives. Faria's lack of attention towards the shapeshifter was not a mistake, just a recognition of non-existing threat. At least towards her.<br/><br/>With the plane's corridor now empty, she got up, taking a step to allow Tatiana to get some space to get up and spread her legs for a bit. Herself was more worried about the two suitcases and two backpacks on the overhead bin. Being the more responsible one, she took care of taking them down and giving her partner the heavier one. She knew how her friend was the stronger one by a large margin, the supernatural strength being hidden behind the always charming and alluring visage that Tatiana had chosen to present. There was no harm to give her the heavier stuff.<br/><br/>The sun was high in the sky, the noon approaching quickly with a striking heat. The tropical country had a naturally humid air  that stuck to her skin,  making the finely suited Faria feel as if she was wearing a sweatsuit in a sauna. The few meters between the plane and the airport was a indicator of what to expect from this assignment: Warm, wet and full of mosquitoes.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"Now, let's find our contact, he should drive us to where we need to go, and explain what in the nine hells we have to bring home as souvenir."</span>She said to Tatiana, her voice sounding sour due to the bad mood she was finding herself into. They knew a vacation was needed, desperately, but voicing such concerns made it feel as a fool's hope.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"Do you want to grab something to eat before? I do not know how long until we get to our hotel." </span>She asked, completing after a couple of seconds worthy of pause.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"Bookstore? One of those massage booths?"</span><br/><br/>She was worried about Tatiana, not from anything unusual that had happened, but her instinct was to at least be pleasurable to her friend, if it could be called that. Her hand was firm when it came to more important matters, but the Sorcerous brand that connected them both filled her with a strange guilt that could not be overcome even with years of never touching the subject. In her mind, she was a jailer, and even if they were together in that prison, she knew that she had more personal freedom then Tatiana. And the Council had vastly different consequences for them both, as she feared that they did not even consider her partner a thing worth of living in this world.<br/><br/>Such was the nature of the project they were both a part of. Faria kept it all in the back of her head, as a distant reminder that could never be forgotten, but always was a prick on her consciousness.