"Or I could just stay back here," she suggests, ducking down once she is somewhat out of his line of sight so she can pack together another snowball. "Why don't you start that way and I'll cover you? You know, in case they are hiding somewhere."

She peers through the trees, barely obscured by a dead branch. She might be a crack shot with a sidearm, but snowballs are a whole other animal, and she's not sure she has a good angle from here, anyway.