"Ooof!"

The sound from behind the door is...Soft. And when the door opens...well. There doesn't appear to be anything there. Not at first?

Looking down appears to be the answer it seems, as a rather small thing in what can best be described as a bat onesie clambers around the door. "I do apologize...I didn't think it wise to go around the usual way, but the handles for the doors don't quite turn under my weight." The bat jumps- or rather, seems to simply launch upward to a better spot to fly from, moving for Jolyne's shoulder. "But Jolyne- that message you sent, where... ...Oh-"

...And never quite gets there, ultimately. "...AH-"

Actually he just fell on the couch, his focus lost just enough that the hamon supporting him on slow air-currents dissipated. Whoops.