In response to the question, she incants. "O ancient and distant beacon, shine forth!"

The star shines in her hand, and she struggles to grasp it, taking in a sharp breath as her hand finally closes. It's not so slow as beloved stock footage, but Nova Pandora can clearly see the light spread from her left hand across her body before the more familiar and protean armor of Neos, stone-like and solid, flashes in all at once. "Of course. I am always serious. My sense of humor was frozen off during a training camp in 2372."