Claire grabbed at the sides of her head, pulling at her hair so hard that it hurt. "Shit," she mumbled, repeating it over and over and not knowing what to do. It was wrong to bring Sylar here, wrong, wrong, wrong, and she couldn't call out to Nathan (which probably only make everything else worse) and she couldn't get Peter to stop choking Sylar. Or Gabriel. Whatever.
She had to try and do something though, and she tried to place herself between them, praying this wasn't Sylar's plan and he'd cut her open right in front of Peter...and then likely try to kill him too. But she wasn't watching where she was walking too carefully and she stepped onto the sheet of ice meant for her uncle, losing her balance and throwing out her arms to steady herself. She was conveniently falling in Sylar's direction.