Kaito takes a graceful leap back, landing atop a bundle of firewood. As the snow angel prepares another swing, the sound of a trespasser's voice causes it to turn its entire upper body towards the voice.

Rather than respond, it simply looses an inhuman screech—before its head is knocked square off its shoulders by a heavy piece of wood.

Hefting the improvised club over his shoulder, Kaito reaches and steals his scarf back. Golds shift to the newcomer.

"Hi. I'm good, thanks. Think you can help me get my jacket back from this rude one?"

As he speaks (and so casually, too), the sculpture's head floats off the ground and reconnects with its body.

It looks pissed.