Colours blurred into long streaks of light, the air whizzed by like a tidal wave, then the sudden force of halted motion. The flight reminded Trakel of his time in a bar where he rigged dart games by replacing the darts. Back then he used to laugh at the accusations of cheating and the ensuing brawls from his little corner in the wall. Though he left when someone tried to use his body as a knife during one of the fights. 

Back in reality, Trakel noticed that his jaunt was stopped short not by a wall but by a hand. A very slippery, un-fingered hand. He looked back to see the lovely lady looking back at him, with a few tentacles joining parallel to her gaze. Trakel pushed a bit to loosen the grasp but when he was met with failure his body split into a long, cat shaped ribbon which uncoiled out of her grip and reformed the feline statue laying against her arm. He sat there staring up at her with a kitten smile and holding his head up with his front paws. "My name is Trakel and I'd shake your hand but I don't believe I can quite meet your proportion." he said, remarking his petite figure at the moment. "Though you look like you would prefer a few knives in your palms rather than fingers." 

As Trakel's head turned round toward Iris he hopped off the pink appendage. He sat about halfway between the two before shifting into a jackal. "And you look about hungry enough to roast a dog. If the chips and dip don't cut it then perhaps you should check the box again." Trakel referred to the two large turkey legs he left in there. Originally he shipped himself as a minifridge in case the meeting he was interrupting was filled with the typically frustrated rabble hired for kidnappings. He considered them the kind that mommy probably didn't nurse long enough to be normal, non-kidnapping members of society. But who was he to judge when he volunteered for this job?