Claire managed a small grin, not one for cars like a majority of the female population. She'd never seen Sylar's car, so she couldn't offer anything but a nod on the matter.
When he thanked her, sounding so sincere and...well, she froze. She turned to stare at him, unaware of how rude it might look, blinking once, twice, and able to at least keep her jaw from dropping. He trusted her. He had just thanked her. She, of aaallll the people in L.A., was the only one he knew or was admitting to knowing. Because she couldn't let her guard down completely. Not with this man. Not ever. Stunned, she tumbled out, "I...y-you're welcome."
Claire quickly turned away from Sylar, walking briskly towards the doors. She was hiding her slight blush, her confusion, her want to believe him and think that there was a possibility of changing him and no longer having to run. "The Hyperion." It was the only information she offered for now. She needed to find Peter.