Mothra:
There was a body right by where she landed. The corpse was lying right at the edge of the crumbling infrastructure. Male, probably in his thirties. Everything below his waist was gone, probably ash mixed with the dust she blew away a minute or so prior. The rest of him was in this bizarre, mummified state; the dehydrated skin taking the same ashen gray as the dust outside. Mothra stepped over the corpse without missing a beat, not out of callousness but pragmatism. The building could go at any moment, and the living were far more important than the dead.
The building groaned, but Mothra heard panicked voices just beyond a door. The mahou kaiju promptly ripped it off from the hinges, revealing a dust-filled hallway crowded with people pushing and shoving each other in their stampede to the stairwell. The building groaned again, and with it came a loud crashing sound followed by screaming and even more dust: Half of the hallway collapsed in on itself, further escalating the situation.
The stairs are now blocked, the remaining dozen-or-so tenants are borderline hysterical, and time was almost out. Mothra couldn't help but grimace at the worsening situation, but she most certainly will not abandon them to their fate - Even if she has to personally airlift them out. In fact..."THIS WAY!" she yelled above the commotion, trying to get evverybody into the apartment she came from, "THIS WAY!"