That's better, even as the snow explodes off her arm and she gives a shriek of laughter that, to her own ears, sounds foreign, childish. This is simple and that's all Meredith wants right now, the sudden panic of a moment ago lifting away as fast as it came over her. She doesn't have to think about it, she doesn't have to think, so it's okay. She scrambles backwards, trying to put space between them and retaliate all at once. "We'll see about that," she says, leaning down to pack another snowball quickly, throwing it barely formed. "I don't go down without a fight."