She didn't blast him with her electricity, but the effect her words had on him was roughly the same anyway. He quickly let go of her throat and stumbled back, inadvertently leaving himself open to any kind of reprisal attack from Elle - not that he was even thinking about that at the moment. Instead, he was simply replaying what she had just said over and over in his head.
Claire Bennet. The cheerleader. Of all the powers he so desperately wanted, her healing factor was the ultimate. But it was more than that. With Claire Bennet, it was...personal. The girl had alluded him on multiple occasions, and although Sylar didn't have many regrets, a part of him never forgot how close he had come to having her brain, only to ultimately fail.
But now, here in this world, apparently he would have another chance. That is, unless of course, Elle was lying. This possibility finally occured to him. He had been choking the girl, after all. And he knew from experience that people will say just about anything to prolong their miserable lives (even if, in many cases, Sylar couldn't believe they thought their lives were even worth saving).
He turned his attention back to the girl. It was times like these he really wished he had been able to acquire telepathy during his initial hunt. Oh well, the old methods would just have to suffice. He bent back down to where she still lay on the floor, getting face to face with her, but now he wore a smile instead of an angry grimace. "Claire Bennet? In this city? You've seen her?"