The Saiyan clad in black stood ontop of the ruined building, the wind rustling his hair and empty sleeve as he stared down with a cold gaze. He had been sent to scout the area to see if anyone managed to survive here, despite the slim chances of that occurring in this desolate wasteland. He wouldn't personally hurt anyone, just inform Zamasu about their whereabouts when he returned to the cabin they all shared. But to his surprise, someone was actually there. He felt conflicted about this, he didn't want to put them in any danger on purpose. But he knew that if he went back to the cabin and said he hadn't seen anyone they would've known he lied.

The person was far enough that they couldn't see him but he could watch them. They were trying to make a fire to cook what he assumed was meat.