A hand goes to her head and her eye widens.

"Fucking hell. I had a balaclava." She glances back into the pile of snow and debates whether it's actually worth going back in there to recover it, and she exhales. "I picked one up when I still gave a shit about military history just to make it through the winters up here and I haven't busted it out in, like, ten years. It's probably better off in there."

Still. It's a comfy hat. She shifts her stance hesitantly.