Not right away, [a sheepish sort of admittance, her smile curling.] But eventually. I was worried I was going to step on his feet or something.
[Her eyes flick left for just a moment, hands clasping neatly behind her back as she sidesteps.] Hey, what's that? [Her gaze lifts over Mikado's shoulder, attempting to direct him to look the same way.
But she cuts it too close, and one hand shoots up - hopefully just past his line of vision - to deter the snowball's direct collision to the side of his face.
The other one gets her in the shoulder, and she barely even notices.