You're Ridiculous

Slowly but surely the comedy of the situation wore off, letting Isk have some much needed relief from the pain that was starting in her sides and lungs. It'd almost been too much, sending her into a small coughing fit that was finished off with a loud sneeze before she'd greeted the man. It was only after her friendly greeting that she noticed how downcast the poor brute looked. "oh, hell" she could already feel her stomach dropping. She was a bit much to handle at times, sure, but she wasn't an asshole. From the looks of things she'd just made herself one though.

Trying desperately to bring some lightheartedness back to the situation, she remained on her side and kicked and flailed her way towards the man, now covered in clumps of snow that stuck to her fur in odd places and made her look like some kind of strange spotted animal having a real bad hair day. "Hey, hey man, does my hair look okay?" she asked in a gentle, joking tone. Yeesh, did she screw up? This was awkward, seriousness was just uncomfortable.