"Well, as far as I know...I haven't been given any genetic material, my ability seems to just happen as though it were as natural as a person walking down the street."  Serina explained to Mark, partially concerned that maybe she was imprisoned because she was dangerous or something.  "So...that axe."  She said, looking around it and taking note of any marks on the blade or handle then taking in a breath as she thought about herself being the form of the blade and handle, her arms and wings melded with her head to form the metallic blade of the axe while her body and legs shrunk down to form a pole.  She was an almost perfect replica of the axe, with maybe a slight few differences that she didn't pick up on or forgot to include, but upon transforming she felt herself clatter to the ground atop the clothes that had slipped off her onto the floor.  Being an axe felt strange to her, she couldn't see anything, though could now sense people and objects outside her in a way that was almost as if she could see them.  She could hear to an extent as the vibrations of peoples voices and the sound of the engines reverberated against the blade and shaft of the axe giving her a strange tingling across her body due to her having to adapt to her new means of sensory development.  She wanted to ask them how she looked, but having no mouth, she couldn't open it to speak and to form a mouth on the blade would make it seem less perfect.  She felt a bit embarrassed being naked though to everyone else, all they could see was the axe as it lay there gently resting atop Serina's clothes.  She waited there as an axe, awaiting their reaction.