Morph seemed to know what he was doing, Cait would give him that at the very least. His question, unfortunately, raised problems.
"I'm silver," she pointed out, almost wryly. "That's not gonna change no matter what I do, so the answer's probably 'not hugely'. Although ..."
Turning, Cait gave herself a small running start and then ran up the wall as though she were about to do a small back flip. Except that she never flipped, continued running until she reached the ceiling where she clung, spiderlike. The lower half of her body melted, spreading into a silvery film that coated the ceiling to her waist, where her weapons were still belted.
"Can go the rest of the way, if you want to hold my shit. Otherwise, this'll probably still work - no one ever thinks about lookin' up."