[Okay, must she? He frowns at the loosed snow that falls onto his shoes, kicking it off lightly like it's unpleasant to have snow on his shoes at all.]

You were in a pile of snow. [duh?] And no wonder, if you're trying to sweep up all this. You may as well get on your knees and blow on it, for all the good that will do.

[Like, he's not really doing anything productive with this shovel, but he knows a broom isn't going to help all that much.]