Claire focused on Angela, finding her voice a moment later. "Sylar."
Realizing that was far from helpful and mostly just alarming, Claire swallowed, unconsciously latching on to the woman for some sense of balance in the senses beyond physical. Had someone told her earlier she'd be looking to the matriarch of her biological family for that very thing, she might have made a face at them. In the moment, though, she needed someone to hold on to because of what was going on downstairs.
"He's in the lobby," she continued, tense and trembling vaguely. "Peter's fighting him." Even as she said it, her head turned back in that direction and she nearly reached out to him mentally, but stopped herself. No distractions. She couldn't risk being the thing that wavered his attention for even one moment, because she couldn't risk losing him.