She should've expected the Winchester Wall- actually, she did, but that didn't stop the flare of desperation in her eyes, which she tried to pass off as annoyance. Folding her arms again, Claire's nostrils flared like a bull behind a gate, but besides going stiff in the shoulders, she didn't make a move to shove him out of the way, or otherwise.
She was ninety-percent sure he'd pegged her down. What with all the weird way pregnancies and children seemed to work in this place (which was another fun piece of hell she was trying to figure out), and the way he was looking at her... Or maybe it was just in her head. Good, old fashioned paranoia and projection.
"Dean- with everything going on with you, the last place I should be is here," she told him, and wasn't lying. In fact, that truth went deeper than it should have. "People like us make things worse. You know that."