"Well, I'm not an alien," Claire muttered softly to herself, running a hand through her hair and shifting her weight impatiently from one foot to the other. Looking around the both of them, Claire reached out for Cissie's arm to maneuver the both of them closer to the side of a building, hoping that she could get her point across without saying anything too revealing that Sylar could further use against her. She was definitely suspecting that Sylar was already hovering around. "I don't think there are aliens here, really. At least, I've never aliens around here, and I've seen pretty weird stuff."

In a quieter tone, Claire leaned in, barely speaking above a whisper.

"Cissie, I think we're in a lot of danger. Serious, explosion might just take out most of the city level of danger."