"One, maaaybe two of those would. The third would irritate the hell out of me." Jim sits up and slowly gets to his feet. The snow drift is about waist height now that he's standing at the bottom of it.

There's snow in Jim's hair and on his eyelashes. Jim shakes his head a bit, but only manages to dust his face even more with the flakes. Oh well.

"Trying to get rid of me already?"