"Um." There's a very clear moment where his eyes dart to the side, as if calculating the wisdom of just making a break for it. The wolf is continuing to talk. Not even out loud, just in his head. He's not actually sure if that's better or worse.

It would be better if he'd found some clothes already. He feels a little underdressed for magical wolf time.

She - it sounds like a she - has a fair point. It hasn't even been an hour since he woke up, but he's already gotten the idea that he's just naturally a bit of a loud person. The people by the doors may have also realized this. But he can talk quieter! "...sorry?"