He'd been peering at the doors in the lobby, trying to test out the spells from this side of the door without breaking the hard work and effort that had clearly gone into casting it. It was a... strange sensation, feeling out magic that was different from your own, and he'd gotten absorbed in it and had not heard the approaching footsteps.
At the sound of the urgent voice, he followed the instructions. He was a stranger here, in the little system that they had created, and had no problem with complying with whatever rules he needed to in order to earn the trust of the collective people. His hands slid into the air to indicate he didn't have a weapon, and he turned sort of slowly, anticipating that would be the next instruction but ready to freeze again if asked. Mostly, he just wanted to see the face of the woman that was shouting at him.
He caught a quick peek of red hair, and a small smirk crossed his face wondering if he was going to get lucky and meet the girl who'd created the magical wards, but he didn't want to get his hopes up.
"Don't shoot," he said mildly, unable to keep the small tich of amusement out of his voice, as he turned. "I mean you no harm."