Raine opens her mouth, closes it again, and looks at Gene thoughtfully, considering her answer again. In a moment she smiles; it's a sad, tired excuse for an expression, but it's a smile nevertheless. "I have a phobia of deep water," she says, apparently apropos of nothing, and shakes her head, pulling the door open farther. "It was one of the last things we argued about; I... have a propensity for trying to hide weakness from my friends when I shouldn't. Come in, Gene."

She appreciates it, even if thinking back to that conversation with Solomon has made the smile quaver. But she can recognize, at least, that her desire to be alone is rooted in not wanting to present anything less than a calm and collected front for the people who depend on her. In this case--

It's all right, to depend on others every now and then. "I can make tea," Raine offers. Maybe.