The universe has graced Pax with no allergic reaction to this nightmare, so she's going to take advantage of this - near the Central Classrooms, she's playing like it's snow. There are 'snow angels' scattered about that are mutated by even the passing of another student, and currently she's trying to make a snowman. It's pretty futile, but she's managing to get at least some density to a tiny ball of fluff after a considerable amount of work. This is going to be the smallest snowman ever.

"Hey!" She calls out without even looking. "Help me out!"