"Doors and windows," Claire echoes. She guessed he was talking about a job, and his confusion with the abilities mention meant he wasn't like her. It had been worth a shot. And it might have eliminated Sylar from the equation.

"Um, no reason." She shrugs her shoulders a little, tries to pretend that she wasn't on some kind of freak watch already. Like she isn't some indestructible, immortal girl who thinks she only gets in trouble because of her powers.

"It's always like that in the movies."