They could very well devolve into an argument about the wisdom, or lack thereof, in venturing out in inclement weather, but like Peggy, Jarvis would rather not waste time on such a pointless endeavor. What he's more interested in is getting out of this weather, and ensuring that she is all right. Fighting with her is not on his list of priorities, any more than it is on hers.

"Right, two rock formations. That seems doable," he shouts back over the howling wind. "I always knew you were resourceful, so that is hardly surprising." Yes, even in the midst of navigating a storm, he can compliment her.

"Not long at all. Half an hour at most." Although, it is difficult to keep track of time when confronted with swirling snow. Still, Jarvis would prefer not to worry her too much.