Elle had not quite been her bubbly self lately, not because she was feeling guilty about telling Sylar about Claire, but more that she was bored with...everything. Hanging out with Sylar had been fun for awhile, but she wasn't exactly meant to be an indoor kitty, or at least...she didn't want to be. She'd been enjoying her freedom here until he'd come along and taken it from her.
She figured the sooner that she helped him find Claire, the better. Then maybe she could go back to her own life. It wasn't that Elle didn't find Sylar hot, and the danger wasn't fun, but he didn't seem to like her very much and being her perky self all the time, might have pissed him off to the point where he killed her. Elle liked living, and she liked having fun, she couldn't do that as a dead girl.
"Yes." She said simply enough. "I know that she's in the city." And with everything going on, it was only a matter of time before they found her. Of course when they did, Sylar might kill her anyway, but might was better than definitely. Elle could deal with might for now. She didn't think anyone would really notice a stolen cab with the city in chaos like it was now, so they were okay there.
"It's just a matter of finding her." And it seemed to Elle that Sylar could be patient for something like this.