Claire hadn't expected him to be there. The fact that he was holding his coat to leave didn't surprise her in the least. She just realized that she was lucky to have arrived when she had, because had she been even a minute longer, he would have been gone. She looked at him, and while her gut reaction was still to smile, it didn't reach her eyes like it usually did. She saw the look on his face - what he wanted people to perceive as anger, no doubt - but she saw through him like he was made of cellophane. He was mad, sure. But he was scared. When the truth came out, it made it clear to her that not only was he angry, but when it came to being known, he genuinely feared it. Because he feared that people would walk away from him.
Claire wasn't going to let him think, even for a minute, that she was walking away. She'd had very few bright points since she'd arrived in this freaking shit-hole. He was one of them. For more reasons than she'd wanted to admit (though now she had). If he thought, for one second, that he was going to be able to push her away, he was sadly mistaken. And he was going to find out the hard way that Redfield was code for stubborn.
"It's a good thing," she said, walking toward him, but stopping a small distance away. He wasn't looking at her. Claire wasn't stupid. Chris tried to pull that same thing all the time when he was 'lying to protect her.' She frowned a little and looked up at him, straight in the eye so that even in his peripherals, he could see how serious she was.
"You know that you have nothing to be afraid of, right?" she told him, figuring that it was best not to beat around the bush with him.
If her impression was right, which a big percentage of the time, it was, he liked things to the point. Even if he couldn't be honest himself, he wanted people to be honest with him. And Claire was doing just that. Getting her thoughts right out in the open so that he could do with them what he would. It would probably take a hell of a lot, though, to convince her that he wasn't scared.