Eris let out a bored sigh. She hadnâ€™t been in the vehicle for very long, but the well-dressed, young woman had nothing to do on the way to the docks, and taunting the driver grew old. Her cream-colored gown flowed over her thin legs, masking the leotard she wore. Her long, blonde hair was pulled back with a gold head decoration, giving her a bit of an Egyptian queen look.<br/><br/>A sudden whoosh, and a young man was suddenly sitting across from her, looking relaxed for someone who just flew in through the sunroof. He reclined in the seat, making himself at home, while Eris looked him over with a slightly amused look on her face. â€œHe certainly knows how to make an entrance.â€ She thought, arching a thin eyebrow.<br/><br/>â€œHello, Ms. Discordia.â€ He regarded her childishly, which made her smile. The man looked a few years younger than her, yet he knew the name of which she was rarely referred to by most normal individuals. Of course, his face paint was enough to tell her that he wasnâ€™t normal. Far from it, in fact.<br/><br/>â€œYou must really want to chat with me, seeing as you jumped into a moving vehicle.â€Â  She replied teasingly. She put her hands to her sides, looking as if she was relaxing as well, though that was far from the reason. Her fingers slid across the hilt of a small dagger, one her boss kept in the Buick for such a purpose as getting rid of any unwanted visitors. She kept her steady gaze on the man before her as she slowly drew the blade out from between the seats, readying herself for a bloody encounter.