"Fuck if I know," Xayah answers off-handedly, barely hearing the question as she ducks down to avoid another barrage of, not snowballs, but pomegranates.

"What a waste of food," she mutters, turning to look at the splattered fruit on the wall of the Invincible. "Last month they murdering us, this month it's food war? What in the name of Vastaya-" this time, snowball interrupts her when it splats on her face.

"That's it, you little shits, you're going down-" by now, she's started talking to herself, picked up and made a ton of snowballs in record time, and returned fire.