Nope. No bolt sliding coming from over here. In fact Jamie didn't hear anything beyond the occasional thud of one of his bags hitting the ground. He was loaded down with luggage. Some of it was his own, some of it was Brodie's. He was lugging it out to the outside stairs because really, he did not trust the stairwells and it seemed that the elevators weren't working or something. Whatever.
He noticed a woman on the outside, arching an eyebrow. Big woman... In the tall sense. Best not surprise her with sounds of luggage smacking around everywhere so he called out, "Hello there." That way if she was a nutjob there would be no excuse of surprise as something to shoot and/or hurt him. Of course, at the same time, there might not be a need for an excuse. Mostly, she just looked totally drunk.