Grinning, Claire continued to squat under the taxi, glad that there was a fair amount more space under the vehicle than any modern day sedan would have offered, and for the moment, Sam's reticence to chase after her certainly worked to Claire's advantage. "Yeah, but are you good at anything else?" she taunted, scraping together snow in preparation for hitting him again, should he peer down in her hiding spot. "C'mon. I know that being small gives me an advantage in smaller surface area, but you've got the advantage in height and clothing."

Finally crawling out on the other side, Claire rose with a few snowballs on her overskirt, which she held up around her waist like a bag.

"Gimme your best shot."