A laugh at his expense didn't quite escape her lips before she was hit by the handful of snow, and it was admittedly a fairly weak attack on his part. The cold of the snow was barely felt through her heavy winter clothing, as bundled up as she was. Raising her eyebrows, clearly unimpressed, Mabel turned away dismissively and continued walking on without him although on quite a different path without him guiding the way. Calmly she bit into the wing of a bat cookie, icing and crumbs getting onto her mittens.