Claire was starting to become a really good actress. Cheerleaders were supposed to be good actresses.
The last Erik had told her directly that she was unfeeling, and she was starting to let herself become that way - not with Raven, because Raven was amazing and perfect and liked her and didn't demand anything from her - and for a while there things had actually been okay and fine and good...then SHIELD had collapsed. And trackers had been found in them. And all Claire could think about was the fact that her own father had once sold out her kind - their kind - just to keep her safe, and here, once again, no one was safe. Nobody.
She had just begun to calm down, somewhat, when Erik appeared on the network once again - and her world, this careful world she'd built with Raven - had come tumbling down all over again. So she did the supportive thing. She held Raven while she cried, she comforted her, and she hid her own feelings, deep down, and avoided Charles so that he wouldn't realize how much his sister was hurting her right now. Because she wasn't supposed to be able to hurt.
In the days since Erik's arrival, Claire had kept her distance, and had let Raven deal. At the moment, she sat in her room on the window seat, gazing out at the city absently, half wondering why the hell she was even there, when the knock came. Turning to the door and putting on a smile, she called out lightly.