Sam was still scanning the crowd to try and see who might have thrown the snowball. It was the sort of thing Coraline might do, but he didn't see a flash of blue hair anywhere. When he heard the telltale voice though, he knew he should have guessed right away who it was. Claire was always a mischievous seeming one, what with her entirely un-mischievous face that was clearly a clever cover for mischief.

Sam turned toward her to offer some sort of witty remark... only to turn full face into the snowball she had just throw. It didn't hurt, she had thankfully not packed it that hard, but his pride was damaged. Bruised. Shattered in a way that could only be repaired by the blood of his enemies. Or, you know, by hitting them with a snowball.

"Claire Bennet!" he shouted in warning, crouching down to gather up his own snow ball, "So help me, you will be nicknamed Frosty I'm going to cover you in so much snow!"