To likely nobody's surprise, it was only a few seconds after the man had entered that Claire's magical shields were flung right back up. However, considering how subtly she'd learned to do it by now, perhaps it wasn't all that obvious at first. It was only for an instant that there were any patterns to be seen in the magic's glow - that familiar shape anyone from Cocoon would recognize as that of the Sanctum - before they shimmered and merged to create the same effect that Raines had initially walked up to.

She didn't look to see if he showed any reaction to either the fall or recreation of her impromptu enclosure though, listening but with her eyes down and lids lowered to the point that her lashes partially obscured her view of the walled-in jungle down below. She was already leaning heavily on the rail, but slowly she bent further, until the back of her hand could touch her forehead, brushing aside a still too-long, slightly-discolored pink fringe.

The balcony didn't have any monsters, but really it seemed little safer at the moment. She frowned behind the veil of her hair uneasily, her tranquility utterly ruined. Maybe she should have refused to let him in, if all she was able to think about now was lies and how hopeless her situation had turned into.

"Why are you here?" she asked abruptly, after several minutes had passed, but her voice was soft and devoid of much feeling, either one way or the other.