Janie wondered what "unorthodox" meant by Doctor Lecter's standards. But she didn't ask. He was talking about trying to learn how to will her shift. As great an inconvenience as her Tiger was once a month, he was talking about letting that thing out on purpose. The very idea of it started to make her nauseous, and her colour had paled somewhat. Her fingernails set to scratching the inside of one palm.
"I do not mean to sound uncooperative, sir. Far from it. But I don't..." She swallowed lightly, her nerves threatening to get the better of her at the rising repulsion, ingrained like muscle memory. All of her memories of her Tiger came with pain and trauma. And not always hers alone. "I don't think I can, not anymore. I'm afraid of what could happen if you try to make me. If it gets loose again, I will be put down like a fractious animal. There is no more leniency for me with the law," she tried to explain urgently.