The suggestion was given to her that she should stay out of uniform... out of sight, a whisper in the back of the minds of what happened to the kidnapped senshi. At least until her wounds had healed and she had a little more knowledge of the world she now resided in. She was asked to stay inside the apartment, away... but how can Sabine deny who she really is? Being in uniform felt so natural to her, safe... it was her true self. She at least had the common sense to leave the apartment first off, and find somewhere no one could watch as she transformed into Sailor Lyra. Her shoulder blade length hair quickly extended out, growing until it not only dragged on the ground but it changed colors to a bleached blond near the tips. A once white fuku was replaced with a inky black that shined purple... no butt bow anymore, but a hip bow. Oh... and a set of bat wings.

Clearly it screamed goth loli to onlookers, but if they could read power signatures... something was wrong with the 'senshi'. Her aura like a beacon in the night Lyra, aka Ammolite whom she now called herself, set out to wander the streets. Not knowing what she would run in to... but hopefully she would remember the way home. Right?