Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

She was feeling a bit too lazy at the moment to pursue, and flinging the rather abundant ammo was quite fun, if a bit less satisfying.  If she was actually angry in any capacity, it never would have won out in favor of actually physically shoving his face into the snow... but clearly, she wasn't.  Her mood swing had completely evaporated, sideswiped by the play Bronco had dragged her into.

She tried to follow his taunting and was rewarded, finally, by the muffled sound of snow hitting something that wasn't air.  Bullseye!

It's what you get, taking advantage of a poor girl like that.  Didn't you learn manners?  She asked with a catlike grin.  She didn't believe or mean a single word of that, but if she drew him into conversation, maybe he wouldn't notice she was slowly, casually, edging her way towards him.