Camellia could hear voices coming from somewhere in the ship, though she was not entirely sure if they were real or if her mind was creating them for her to follow a cold trail. All she knew was that she was in a foreign pack's territory, wandering aimlessly and alone, and that left her incredibly tense. Her cold, gray gaze scanned around the ship that seemed so empty, but her nose and ears, if they were to be trusted, told her otherwise. Her power surrounded her, wrapping around the area and chilling the air as it remained ready to lash out and any that might try and attack her. This was not ideal, in fact she hated it and her displeasure showed on her face; she was certainly no friendly, cheerful delivery girl. If she could, she'd have thrown the box into the ocean and simply told the man she'd delivered it successfully to get paid, but her employer had insisted he would check to see it made it there safely, so she bit the bullet and walked into the unknown.

Despite being in foreign pack territory, when confronted with someone else her body posture remained as dominant and commanding as it always was, a cold aura of power exuding off of her like a pheromone. Gray eyes sliced over the woman that made herself known, sizing her up and trying to gauge if she was real or not as she replied in soft tones. It was clear they had a mutual distrust of one another, and could at least agree on one thing: neither wanted Camellia to be on the ship. The canine was clearly submissive, and that allowed at least a small amount of Cam's harshness to fade from her eyes, though she still afforded the stranger no trust. The feline nodded and followed beside the woman, who wisely kept her back from being exposed while leading or even daring to think Cam would let her walk behind her. At some point as they made their way back through the ship, the silver haired woman seemed to stumble slightly, gently bumping into the other in an innocent accident that saw an apologetic look sent to towards the canine. However, it was a deliberate ploy to check and see if this woman was actually there or simply another hallucination, the only way the tiger had found to figure out which was which was through touch; none of her other senses could be trusted.

The Siberian Tiger was anything but stupid, she knew that the wolf was not leading her to her alpha, but rather back to where she had come from in the first place. She truly didn't care, so long as this Tetrador showed up to take his package lest she have to literally hunt him down, and then this whole situation would become even more unpleasant...for him at least. Steely eyes cut into the girl as she offered her a unfavorable excuse and a seat to wait it. She neither wanted to sit nor wait, but she resigned herself to doing both to get this over with as smoothly as possible. She sat there quietly, her eyes wandering as she had no desire to start up a meaningless conversation, instead focusing on sorting through the voices in her head. At one point, she saw her parents standing there, making her jump slightly and her body tense up. Only after giving a glance to the other Were to see if she too saw the people standing there did she relax. Her finger's twitched with idle nerves, trying everything to stop herself from responding to the voices that she heard that weren't coming from the canine or being reacted to by her.

The sound of footsteps finally echoing through the halls has her gaze flicker up to the source, displeasure at the sight of not one, but two male Weres standing there. Once more does she glance to the canine, only reassured that they are real when she too recognizes them as being there. She snorts at the one's complaint about the drop in temperature, his lackey following suit in showing his discomfort and quickly helping her sort out who was who in the pecking order between the two. She watched as they both came down the stairs to her, standing in front of her with arms crossed in an attempt to appear intimidating, though she didn't even blink. She ignored his idiotic question, surely he had eyes if his canine subordinate hadn't already told him. The only reaction that got pulled from the girl was when the other male hissed and began to curse at her, even going to far as to throw her power back at her. Her eyes cut into him, glaring daggers as she did not hesitate to constrict him and him alone with her power, enveloping him in cold that would make his breath show, his skin break out in goose bumps, and perhaps he might shiver or his lungs might hurt from breathing in the cold air. Because she was petty, she decided to spite him, slowing the kinetic energy of all the water in the air above the shaggy male till it went from a gas to a liquid and dripped down onto him. "Some cats aren't afraid of the cold," she says back, her voice thick with a Russian accent.

And with that she looked away from the male using big boy words and pathetic threats towards the alpha, who demanded to know how and why she was sent. "I do not ask questions, I just make sure whoever hired me pays," she said simply with a roll of her shoulders in a shrug, signifying she hadn't asked who the man was or what was in the box, just who it needed to be delivered to and where. It was very much so like how the Russian mob worked, how her family had worked. One of her hands was still placed securely on the box while the other rested on the table, a thin layer of frost starting at her finger tips and slowly creeping out over the table, though she hardly noticed as her eyes stayed firmly on the alpha feline. "All I know is that he is a little man, scared of me but also scared enough of you to hire someone like myself so he doesn't to deliver whatever this is in person," she says, motioning to the box and whatever was inside, though surely he knew already or had a guess. She didn't care to stick around to find out herself, if he was done playing twenty questions he needed to take the box so she could leave and never come back.