It is, if nothing else, a moment of reflection. Ba-dum-tish.

Ariadne's hand can't pass though but that doesn't mean Raleigh trusts it. Last time the sky was black for a month nothing good happened and thinking you're safe is the easiest way to be in intense danger around these parts.

He wets his lips and comes back in to see the view.

A beat. He lifts his hand.

(Don't do it, Raleigh.)

Another beat. He taps the window.