Holding the gathered snowballs in her skirt still, Claire didn't manage to retain enough freedom of movement to dodge Sam's throw altogether, instead turning to take the brunt of it in her sleeve, glad that the powder was dry enough not to leave her completely soaked. (Not that she thought Sam would try to do such a thing to her, but one could never know with the advent of winter.) Gasping a bit from the cold, Claire quickly shivered and moved to the side, trying to get a better vantage point as she started chucking snowball after snowball, not with quite as much accuracy as she might have liked.

"Uh-huh. Never mind that I'm, like, at least three-quarters of your size, okay? So you really can't claim too much of a disadvantage there, kiddo," she called out.