[ He glances down at the snowball in his hand. Then up at her. Then back down at the snowball in his hand. He shrugs. Somebody is clearly a little uptight if just a few snow flurries is enough to get her all worked up.

Luckily Jack is pretty good at fixing uptight...usually. ]

Oh, well, okay then. I'll just be on my way. Wouldn't want to get caught by the staff, gee whiz, no sir - [ He turns around as though to walk away - and then casually underhands the snowball over his shoulder at her. ] Oh, whoops! My hand slipped. Icefingers, tee hee.