Claire was sure she felt the presence of eyes on her back, but tried to ignore it until she was near a place to dash into. Fighting vampires with Xander was one thing; she had back-up. But whatever was possibly tracking her now was something she could not yet see...and then in so little words, that voice stopped her dead in place. Her blood drained from her face as Claire slowly turned to face someone she thought dead, or has at least hoped to never, ever deal with again.
"Sy...Sylar...what're you...it's impossible..." she was a stuttering, stumbling mess, walking backwards in a trance-like state and nearly tripping over her own feet. There was no one around to help should she call out and so knew that she could only rely on her speed to carry her away from this monster quickly and safely. Claire was beyond terrified, because this was one person her powers could mean jack shit around. He knew how to stop them, after all, and how to take them.