Claire had bopped along to the music he let her choose, grinning over to him from time to time. She laughed at his goofy behavior at letting her in and she did a little curtsy, calling him 'Chauncey' not Chaucer and thank him in this posh, fakey British accent.
She tried not to swallow too loudly when Sylar had closed the door, not looking past him at it either. She fidgeted with her hands before pulling out the only chair in the room and sitting in it . No way was she sitting on the bedspread; she had heard the horror stories of the germs and nastiness that was on hotel bedspreads.
Claire gasped; it was always a bit of a shock to see someone else's powers at work the first time. But it was thrilling too, and comforting. She flashed him a smile and nodded, "Yeah, that's awesome. Do you remember any of your other powers?" She tilted her head slightly to the right, keeping a careful eye on him at all times: just in case.