Elle could not help the way she was. She'd been here awhile but hadn't thought to learn too much about Wolfram and Hart, or most of the rest of the city, aside from how cute some of the men in this city were. Elle definitely noticed that. She was a little boy crazy, but she'd been sheltered for so long before she could go on an assignment. She'd been cooped up for 16 years, that was bound to drive anyone insane. And she'd already been close to there for a long time.
Elle's sanity was questionable at best, and most days it was way less. And here, in this place? It was all she could do to keep it together sometimes. She might look like a woman in her early 20s, but sometimes she could be so childlike. She didn't really understand what was right and wrong, and she didn't feel much remorse for the things she did, but she was a sociopath, and they rarely did. Still, sometimes she just didn't understand things, her child mind had trouble processing everything.
She couldn't help chattering at Sylar, even if it did annoy him. It wasn't her fault she was so messed up in the head. It probably wasn't his fault that he was messed up in the head either. She could tell. She wasn't intending to annoy him or anything, but what Elle intended and what happened were usually two very different things. In any case, obviously the tiny blonde had annoyed him to the point where he wanted to kill her. And that didn't do well for her. She didn't really want to die, at all.
She could hardly help herself when the next words that came out of her mouth were, "Claire Bennet is here!" The words were out before she could stop herself, but she was trying to save her own life. She didn't give Claire's much regard, it wasn't like she was killing her. And Claire wasn't Elle's favorite person anyway. And Sylar was being so rough with her. Usually it was Elle that was rough, she didn't like it being turned around on her. Although it was kind of hot when Sylar did it, even when he potentially wanted to kill her.