It was almost enough to floor her, an emotion she wasn't prepared to feel towards Sylar any time soon. And yet his hurt, his sense of betrayal had been so fierce and honest that it left Claire blindsided and more confused than she had been at the gym. She started to shake her head, silently answering way too many things at once, and she even took a step forward to go after him...but she stopped.
Claire would have been grateful towards Gabriel, thanked him for trying to step in...but she was too shocked by what had just happened. After hearing what Sylar had done to her futuristic uncle, she could accept his outburst and cruel words in regards to the carpet, but she was at a loss as to how to react to...well, anything at the moment.
Eyes on the floor, she listened to Gabriel's wish and decided she had one similar of her won. Slowly raising her eyes to Peter, wet with the silent tears she'd begun to shed, she clenched her jaw. "And I shouldn't have come here at all." No, it was a mistake to think that any of this would have gone well. There was too much animosity and hurt on Peter's end, too much mystery and misunderstanding on Sylar's, and too much foolish, dreadful hope on hers. She was naive, she was desperate, she was...she was done. For now.
Claire shoved past her uncle and Gabriel, taking the stairs at a run, which she did not slow until she was in her room, slamming and locking the door.