Stumbling a little, Sam gathered all her strength and managed to lift the extinguisher just above her knee and clutched her hand around the lever, making her knuckles go white. The room was covered in white foam and the sprinklers made it slippery anyway. She walked around (as stable as she could) covering the rooms, doors and shelves in white clouds. By the time she was done, you had to wade through waist deep snow to get anywhere through-out the whole store.
Oh well, I'll be able to clean this up quick. Or make an amazing excuse. She said...
...as she slipped over, dragging Ash with her.