This is... a lot of changes to Galahad's body being put in her hands. They're strong hands that have done a lot of magic in her life, but Janet still flexes her fingers, crossing her arms over her chest. "Okay," she repeats. "No guarantees. If I'm not at least ninety-five percent sure I can do one of these without fucking you up, I'm not doing it. I don't need Claudius after me."