Fubuki's main goal has always been to find powerful allies, ones that are willing to lend her any assistance that she needs. She's never had any problems doing so, as proven by her recruits within her Blizzard Group. Sure, they're not powerful, but they all have her back and are willing to do whatever in their power to assist her. She often sees her tasks as an opportunity to either grow her powers or group. This shows that she's constantly seeking improvement in one way or another.

"What an ugly mess." Stepping out of her group's luxurious car, Fubuki takes her time to scan the current area of this ghost town. By the look of it, everything and everyone that was here had been completely wiped out. She then brings up a hand to adjust her white fur coat before crossing her arms over her chest, letting out a light huff.

"There's just no way anybody could be living here." She turns her head towards two members of the Blizzard Group who were accompanying her. Her eyebrows furrow slightly as she questions their source and how dependable it is. Must've been a false report.

She steps farther away from the car, investigating the destruction of what used to be a highway bridge. Using her psychic abilities, she effortlessly clears away debris and rubble from her path. Her expression becomes hardened instantly as looks up from the rubble and towards what seems to be a civilian just casually passing by with a.. bag of groceries in hand.

Her expression turns completely blank. She's dumbfounded.

"What." She quickly regains her composure before reaching up to rub her temple gently in an attempt to soothe the headache. She then calls out toward the individual, pointing directly at them. She's ready to give this person a difficult day.