He hadn't been nearly this vocal last time she saw that armor forming. Still Skulduggery, despite it. Just like it was still Solomon, though detached and at least partially dead. "Please give me ten seconds' warning, if at all possible," she told him, firm, and crouched to examine the central circle more closely.

Raine was more or less oblivious to the interplay between them, and she had no sense for death to distract or otherwise compromise her, so the symbols could have her full attention. Those that looked familiar, however, only did so for the similarity to the ones she'd seen in experimentation with Solomon. She wasn't going to be particularly useful to the translation effort, and so instead she studied the shapes present with an eye to memorizing them. She still had the drawing Annabeth had reproduced for her, of the previous blood magic the Foreigners had encountered, and should compare them when she could.

"I wonder if it leads all the way beneath his shell," she added, scrutinizing the aforementioned groove without touching. Softer, almost to herself: "...it would fit, wouldn't it. How long has this taken...?"