Safety meant travelling with others; it meant not hunting youma so wrecklessly, even if Sailor Hercules tended to be a little rash in these things. So she had managed, through a friendship or two, to find out about the Lost Boys; she was a little late to the party, of course... And she didn't know most of the other members.

Today was an attempt to rectify this, as well as patrol a little with one of the other group members. As Hercules understood it, she was slightly younger, and a senshi of... swans? That's what she remembered, anyway. From her sphere alone, Hercules wondered if they would get along in the least; a bird and a bit of bone, what did they have in common? Had to split the former open to get the latter, of course. She wasn't sure that Albireo would be happy to hear that, however.

And, being the a** that she was, Sailor Hercules had arrived at their meeting spot slightly early, hoping to startle the other Sailor.