Sawtooth Spire just what i had in mind

Ainhoa had managed to squeeze the entirety of her head between the rocks. Her eyes were quick to adjust, allowing her some degree of vision as she ran her nose against the cool slate surface. She was completely unaware of the other's presence, and moreover, unprepared for her announcement. 

The cough took her by surprise. Her head jerked upward, forcing her chin to slam against the stone. The fart drew her head back down onto the ground with an off-putting thump! A series of sounds followed, each one more infuriating than the last.

She managed to wriggle her way back into the open and shake away the gathered debris. Were it not for Quellcrist's resemblance to Wintersbane, she might have gotten to hear some of Ainhoa's anger, who was instead resigned to plop into a seat and cool her bleeding nose in the snow.