"Guess I jus' didn't notice, for how easy it is t'get y'on your back!"

She's only sorry she wasted her first fistful of snow by trying to throw it at him as he crouched down, because he's just given her a perfect access point.

Cold, wet, gloved fingers dive under the waistband of his pants and pull, her other fistful of snow then deposited down the hatch.