I'd call that cautious, not paranoid; it doesn't sound unreasonable. I mean... I doubt this place is perfect, right? Is it generally peaceful?
[she watches him scratch his face with that claw, the exact pin-point of her gaze indescribable with their blotting red glow. she wonders about it to herself, and takes just a second to appreciate that with something that looks so dangerous, he can do something so delicate and mundane such as scratching his face.
then she's looking at Lincoln again, scratching his ears and rolling his head side to side in her hands a little. STARING IS RUDE, so play with the dog. yep]