[It'll be over too soon, she realizes, but that's probably for the best. It's beautiful but not practical.]

I came across this mess first and can report it if you'd like?

[She isn't exactly sure who she should tell, though, and her expression says as much. Farin turns to face him, brushing some 'snow' from her hair with her fingertips.]

Or I can begin cleaning it up.. if you could point me in the right direction for both.

[Farin gives the man a sheepish look. She could go to a captain, but she'd really rather not.]