The singular greeting, reminiscent of every bro or fratboy that thought they were suave as she hustled them at pool, immediately twisted Claire's mouth into one cheek. He (probably) didn't mean it anywhere near the same capacity, but it was Dean- Patron Saint of aspiring Playas everywhere. Even if the small hint of you know you want me in his tone was unintentional, she still caught it underneath the real issues that brought him here in the first place.
She also didn't miss the chest-level detour his eyes made.
"I just..." Claire paused, breathing out through her nose after a small clearing of her throat. "-came by to make sure you weren't in a coma."