She is far out of her element, but it's not as though she doesn't have a reckless streak of her own to try and defy the odds. Her defeat might be inevitable, but her concentration focuses on a point behind him, starts building something while trying to pretend it's all busy in front of him instead.

Aradia takes the bet that, since he's not currently at this moment pummeling her with snowballs, she can probably arrest his attention by starting to undo her overcoat, shoving it off her shoulders and dropping it down into the snow in defiance.

"Yes I'm sure it isn't." She sounds breathless. The cold is like a fucking knife straight in her chest, but now it's so much easier to move. Or show off; he's not the only one who thinks they're hot shit, and it's too cold for teasing attempts at the first steps of seduction. "Neither was exploding! But you can't scare me with that."