Well. It's not every day that Ammond gets her own door slammed in her face. She blinks at the suddenly closed door for a brief moment, before sighing, crossing her arms, and pulling it open again with her telekinesis. This does not seem like the time for humoring someone else's delicate "but you aren't using your hands" sentiments, after all.

"You don't have to be rude about it," she informs the newcomer tartly, stepping out after her and - equally hands-free - closing the door behind herself.