He kept a wary eye on her every time he heard the sole of a shoe slip on ice - wasn't really sure what he would or, well, could do if she decided to roll down the face of the hill but hopefully he would never have to find out.
It was crazy. She was most likely slightly crazy. No one came to these places in the middle of winter and trekked - it was an activity for the other half of the year - and certainly they didn't set out at 5 in the morning to do it. They weren't tourists.
"Yes ma'am," he said, though there was a reason he was following behind her. Maybe they'd both end up rolling down the hill like Jack and Jill, break their necks and end up in the local paper.