[Jack was pretty well-balanced on his feet, but with the ground beneath him quickly crumbling away, even he couldn't make a perfect landing, ending up half buried in a sudden snow-pile instead. While he knew he could have gotten himself out of there easily enough, he was grateful for Ramza's support and grabbed hold of his hand, pulling himself out of the cold remains of the snowman and promptly dusting himself off once he was up again.]

I'm fine, don't worry. It's not the first time I've been waist deep in snow.

[Coming from a continent that was covered in the stuff, he couldn't exactly escape it. He turns to Ramza once they'd had a chance to settle.]

You handled yourself pretty well out there. Where did you learn to use your fists like that?

[Come on Ramza, tell Jack all your secrets~]