"I was just saying."
A wall of soft snow forms in front of Jack.
The snowballs hit the wall.
The snowballs cause some of the snow wall to fall on Jack's head.
"Now that you brought it up though, don't you live in an igloo or something?" she asks and giggles at the snow on Jack's head. "For a guy who manipulates snow, you seem to be kind of poor at snowball fights."