When she saw who it was that had almost sullied her sweater, her demeanor warmed up. A little. Not too much. She smiled, though, a languid sort of expression that made her eyes narrow and gave her a feline appearance. "I can make a substantial radial distance around me significantly colder. So. Yes."
Her eyes flickered down to his hands, then back up. "Snowballs? Really? Is that what geniuses do in their free time?"