Zoe stared at him, then smiled softly. She could smile, and did smile; Wash was more responsible for that than anyone would know. She tossed him one of the balls she'd gathered. The second one followed quickly enough; she had a feeling he'd be able to catch it without too much trouble. The way she tossed it, it was easy and slow - it wasn't meant as a way to pummel the guy and make him fumble again.
"Schmendrick the Magician? A wizard?" The Amazon laughed softly, shaking her head. "You're the second wizard I've met here, but I haven't seen the other in a while. He didn't dress like you, didn't juggle either that I know of."
Her now empty hands buried themselves in her coat. Her trudge through the snow had produced the mare's leg, which was definitely a good thing. And at least a blade that was tied to her boot.