"Yes." He said to her question about their location, "We're in Pennsylvania, out away from the cities." He added, not in the least bothered or annoyed by Barda's questions (he would much rather answer questions than get pummeled into the ground for picking her up back there).
"It should be green... or at least mostly green." Dropping the snowball to the ground to meld back in with the rest of it, Scott turned, pointing to the tree line on the horizon. "See those trees? The tops of them should be green..." Looking down, Scott kicked some snow out of the way to reveal green summer grass beneath, "Here, like this grass." His own frown intensified as he searched for any explanation for winter in the middle of summer.
"Something's definitely wrong." He mused, more to himself than her. Scott turned to face her, a worried look settled on his face, "Look, Barda, I know we have... things to talk about." Because there was no way he was going to open this fight up again, not while this was going on, "But I need to--" Scott suddenly trailed off, looking up... and up... and up... past the top of Barda's head to where a blue horned giant carrying a glaive was trudging along towards the tree line.
"Uh. I'm pretty sure those aren't supposed to be here either."