Marina felt her skin begin to tingle. She bit her lower lip and growled, covering her face with her hands. Taking a deep breath she hunched over, the snapping of her bones and stretching skin the only sickening sounds that were able to be heard. She hated her transformations, and this one was made all the wore due to the strange drug that was still somewhat in her system.

"Hmm?" Larkas asked as she turned to look at him, her pulse slowing down to a normal level as her confidence grew back. She didn't plan on eating, killing, harming or even seducing this man. She just wanted to get somwhere warm and safe, where she could rest and hopefully eat humani food.

"You know what I am. I'm a Lycan, a werewolf, a servant to the moon and a monster trapped in a beautiful body. Why would you need to ask?" Larka informed him, as if it were as clear as day. She gazed at him softly with ice blue eyes, blinking every now and then.

"Perhaps... You are unsure. You thought you knew eveything about my kind, but in fact you've only scratched the surface... You're not confident about this anymore, about your job. You're perhaps wondering if there's something else the infomation you get about us is hiding something much deeper. Is that it?" Her voice rippled through the small space of the van, wind chimes over the sound of the rattling engine.