Claire nodded, thinking Chinese was a universal like. "Only thing is, we'll be hungry again in twenty minutes," she joked, moving up in line. Her silly teenage mind wondered if people thought they were a couple, being here and alone, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that.
She ordered the Kung Pow chicken and stepped aside for Sylar. Gabe. She found herself feeling sympathy towards him, thinking how much it must suck to not remember your likes and dislikes, favorites and friends. If he had any friends, which she highly, highly doubted. The only people he might have kept close were those he wanted to use, and he'd likely discarded of them in some vile way afterward. Which was why she was dead set on...saving him.