Mokou fervently wished she could be back in her nice, peaceful forest rather than surrounded by... this. Less than five minutes in civilisation, and a schoolgirl was insulting an armoured skeleton, whilst some blonde in a red coat was trying to keep them apart. Meanwhile all these conversations... and nobody wanted to do anything about being stranded outside in the snow, even though nobody was really [i]dressed[/i] for winter weather.

Thus, to keep out of the way, she extinguished her arm and walked over to a low-hanging branch. It would be fresh wood, which wasn't good, but it was better than standing around shivering, and it gave something to do rather than get involved in all the petty arguments. How, though, to break one off--and after that get enough for a sizeable fire? 

Anyone actually paying attention would be treated to the odd site of someone drop-kicking tree branches from above until they snapped enough that she could just cut through them. Flight was handy.