Her voice was just as even. She'd done all her yelling, that was over. She was too angry for yelling.
She wasn't even from the future, and she knew this was doomed. How could he not? And maybe her suggestion for this outing was a little beyond her own limits, but it was likely her subconscious had brought it up as a way to find out where his were. And she'd seen them. How could he possibly expect her to carry on like they had been, knowing what she knew now? No, ultimately her goal was to find someone as fucked as she was. And he wasn't it.
And she would've said all that. But something was closing up her throat and making it hard to speak. A second knife was produced and she mimicked his stance. "I'm not playing either," she choked out.
And as she went to make the first move, something stabbed at her middle. She staggered back in surprise, and looked at him like it must be something he was doing. The pain intensified to a point and she started to back up slowly, then dropped to her knees and finally all fours.
"What the fu-" was as far as she got before the change ripped through her, splitting and shredding her clothes. A black wolf had taken her place on this plane of reality. 359 was a petite woman, but as wolves rarely get larger than 60 pounds, this one had retained all of her mass and was much noticeably larger than natural.
It also had retained all of her anger. A split second after the change, it pounced with a hellish growl, knocking Teja over and pinning him down. A bulletproof vest would've protected him from a stab wound, but it would not protect him from getting his throat ripped out from an angry wolf.