His tentative smile flares into something brighter when found to be welcome. Jack affects a careless wander inside, leaning against the post in question.

"I was trying to get them to stop dropping dirt and leaves in my hair. I don't mind them having fun, it just gets a little much every single time I fly."

His staff, crossed over a shoulder, taps the floor and sends swirls of thin, glittering fern-frost over to the stranger's feet.

"Jack Frost, hi. I haven't seen you around here before, have I?"