Whatever reaction Shawn had been expecting from a person he'd inadvertently knocked to the ground (Grumbling? Abuse? Annoyed muttering? Death threats?), it sure wasn't this. A hasty apology on the tip of his tongue, he leaned forward to offer a hand up only to find the kid scrambling hurriedly backwards, raising shaking arms in front of his face as if in anticipation of a blow. It seemed like a little bit of an overreaction to an accidental collision and Shawn had opened his mouth to say okay, he was sorry, he'd just be on his way now when the other boy opened his eyes and suddenly changed his demeanour.
Shawn blinked a couple of times. "Um, okay, I dunno who you were expecting, but it's probably not a good idea to shout right here. 'Cause, well, Jimmy Nickels is on the other side of that door and I may have gotten him a little mad." He indicated behind him with his thumb. If he'd looked, it might have caught his notice that the door that stood there now was not the flimsy wooden door of a classroom, but a heavy oaken door decorated with intricate engravings. "... come to think of it, y'know, we should prob'ly get out of here." Because as amusing as Jimmy's look of surprised anger had been, Shawn didn't especially want to stick around to experience the aftermath.