Janet's only gone long enough to find a pair of mirrors and to fill up a bottle with ice water from the closest kitchen. She comes back in with the water under her arm and one mirror in each hand, and she grins a little to herself when she sees Galahad sitting there with the fresh ink spreading out from the small of his back. Is this her destiny? Mansion tattoo artist? She's gonna need to nap for a week after this, but she could do it again. "Looking good," she calls.