Sam did not shriek like a little girl. Anyone who thought so would have their assumption quickly corrected. She did jump, slip in the puddle of half melted snow under her feet, and barely save herself from falling on her ass by grabbing frantically for Remington's arm, clinging to his bicep as she tried to get her feet back under herself. It didn't help that she started laughing as soon as she realized who she was holding onto. "Agh, Rem, are you trying to KILL me?"