Sailor... Moon? Perhaps she is; she wears a sailor senshi's fuku instead of the gown she is used to. She can feel a sailor senshi's power. Yet this uniform is made of satin and lace and pearls, not the stuff of the guardian soldiers who protect her.

"You are sailor senshi," she observes, as if only now seeing Mnemosyne. But she is far less interested in that than the same old question: "Where is Endymion?"