The second his hands went up, Claire made to scramble up and run...but something was off. He had yet to threaten her, to sneer her name dripping with animosity. His eyes didn't hold that horrifying look, that insanely hateful and monstrous look of desirous death and jealousy for lacking her power. While she was in way ready to think this wasn't some horrid trick, that Sylar wasn't playing her for a fool, making her think he was suddenly not after her brain, she was hesistant to scream bloody murder and RUN. Which was wrong, so veryveryvery wrong and her naivity would likely cost her. Unless, there was that extremely small chance that he wasn't Sylar, but Gabriel. Claire racked her brain, trying to remember if Gabriel possessed any powers, but she was nearly 100% certain he hadn't. That he had gone "Sylar" when he started to hunt for abilities.
Swallowing hard and inching her way towards a door, Claire snorted, never letting her eyes off of him. "Help, sure. Help you add one more, right? Just because Elle isn't here to help doesn't mean I can't hold my own, you know." Such an empty threat when he was capable of the one thing that could finish her off; brain damage. Why hadn't she called out for Peter yet was beyond her; but she was ready.