Vedette shook off the snow, although really, such a thing wasn't insulting for him to do. And it was just like Ithacles to be dramatic with his joking. She huffed in an annoyed way though really she enjoyed such things.
But human women were suppose to hate these things. She got up after him, but only tagged behind after he'd been walking for awhile. She still had her flask open.
She kept quiet because he asked, though she stooped down and grabbed a great handful of snow and packed it in her cupped hands as she held the flask by her teeth. She wound up and threw it right at the back of his head.
She was grinning when she pulled her flask out of her mouth.