There's more crashing as she makes her way closer. The voices become a little more distinct, although no more comprehensible: unintelligible snarls and harsh vocalizations that might be words- though if so the Nexus isn't translating them. Either way, they're coming from the gaping void where a restaurant window used to be. Through the snow the name can be seen dimly, half obscured by frost: Pi-c-on--'s.

Hopefully the family that runs this pizza parlor has long since fled somewhere safe. Their charming little establishment is currently being ransacked. A prettily-upholstered stool comes tumbling over the window's edge and lands upturned in the snow. Inside are a trio of... looters, that much is clear.

They're humanoid, all average human size, bundled up in scrappy cloth and makeshift armor, with masks that make their actual species hard to determine. They feel like people, albeit Dia's senses might find them a little off. One is tearing the till open, one rifling through a basket of condiments while their third works on the door to the kitchen. It's the one checking out the pepper shakers who'll be first to spot Dia- and at that point the hostile snarls and the knives produced make it clear they're not interested in negotiating.