"It's not my thing." Ugh!! He flings some snow at Kovacs, but then realizes... it would be more effective as a ball. Like they just rolled but so it can fit in the palm of his hand. He rolls one and tries it then laughs in delight - which sounds more like a rough and witchy cackle than anything. Okay, maybe it's a little bit his thing.

"You're an asshole. Our guy doesn't even have a face yet. Focus up."