She felt Sylar's arm catch her, the movement stilling her into shock as she was afraid that, at first, he was reaching out to finally make his move, to cut her head open and take her power...but he caught her. Again. Her chest was heaving from the adreniline coursing through her body, scared, confused. When Sylar clung to her, pulled her closer, she blushed deeply, stealing a glance at him before she tore her eyes away and looked from Peter to Gabriel. Right, because this wouldn't complicate things further.
"Peter, I know what he does, trust me, but he saved me at the gym. I misplaced my foot and was about to fall off the beam, but he was there just in time and he stopped me from falling! You know he doesn't wait, Peter, he's been going at this for so long!" She was talking with haste, trying to get everything important out while she still had the chance. She didn't know when she had started to shake, but her tiny body was trembling. Claire wasn't sure she was ready to feel safe in Sylar's arms...but it had at least stopped the death attempt at the moment. [I'm scared...] Her eyes pleaded with Peter, wanting him to understand, but more so wanting him to make sense of this.