It's like time slowed as he was worrying about accidental theft, she's shoveled so quickly. Though, maybe she's been clearing snow without shovel, before finally demanding he hand the tool over...

Either way, the skeleton boggles at the cleared row.

"Wow! Such energy, such drive! Do you have snow magic, or something?"

It still trips him up sometimes, that not only do humans have magic, but not everyone does. And hard to tell at a glance who's what, unless they're sprouting fur or feathers or other such obvious things.