I am afraid that I am not allowed to harm you, as you are much, much smaller than I am. Although you will be pleased to hear that I do not eat smaller combatants for breakfast.

[Is James's cheery reply, as he walks her over to the highest snowbank he can find, and just lets her ... slide right off into it.]

And now, I shall point you towards the Raspberry Fortress. They are much less likely to dump you in snow.