Trudging through the snow, wearing a black cloak, heavy black robes, and heavy boots (rather than no cloak, light robes, and much lighter shoes she generally prefers), Dia's presence isn't exactly hidden as she makes her way towards the sound. Poor visibility on top of that makes approaching from a better vantage point much, much more difficult.

She doesn't have much time to really dwell on the family who might have been, more to the point, it's a quick assessment of the threat she's now dealing with.

She sees two of them immediately, and could swear she hears a third above the wind. Not appearing quite human suits her fine--she is, after all, from a Galaxy Far, Far Away, she's used to aliens. Things that feel different in the Force that bends the universe--and in this case, multiverse.

Still. Being threatened is not a surprise, given they're rooting through everything. Her eyes narrow behind the flight goggles and she activates her Lightsaber, the weapon activating with the characteristic hiss and hum, snow and ice melting on contact as it blows into the plasma blade. "Knives? Please."

That was a Bitch? Please, tone if ever there was one.