Snowman does indeed laugh when that happens, because oh my god. Oh my god. Everything about this is perfect and wonderful and this has turned out to be the best day ever.
She doesn't particularly mind that he's going to smash up some clocks, because watching Jack Noir lose his shit was just as entertaining to her as watching him exercise power or obey her whims, but hell if she doesn't want to clean that up once he inevitably teleports away like a little girl.
So she teleports toward him instead, wrapping her arms around him from behind.
The cherry end of her cigarette is right by his eye, for good measure.]
None of that, Jack. [Her voice is low, halfway between dangerous and soothing.] Be a good boy and settle down.