[Seems like he didn't need to see whether it hit or not. From the other side of the snow wall, he laughs.

Of course, that leaves him wide open to get a face-full of snow when she decides to retaliate. The warm laughter is quickly cut off, replaced with a slightly-muffled, hmfh, and him scraping the snow off of his face.]

Man. I thought this fort was supposed to protect me from attacks like that!

[All of that work... foiled. Well, sort of.

He's scraping up some more spare snow and slowly packing it into a snowball as he answers the question he'd rudely interrupted earlier.] Not much to say about it. Mostly just dust and dirt, as far as the eye can see. Not really the kind of place anyone would vacation to.

[Mars was considered a dead-end backwater of a colony regardless. Very few people went there because they wanted to.]