Heading back inside, Claire sighed softly, a glimmer of a smile flickering over her features, before she stopped and looked over her shoulder.  The Eiffel tower loomed over the building she was staying in...one of the old apartments that pre-dated the steel structure.  It had been gutted around the 1920s and refurbished for more proper apartments, and even at that they were small to modern standards...but they were cozy.<br/><br/>Looking down toward the street, she saw a familiar figure...  Setting her jaw, she headed toward the staircase, bounding down it as fast as she could, and pushing out onto the street.  The paper vendor was yammering on to one of his usuals, but that's not who she wanted.  Pulling two francs out of her pocket, she pressed the coins into the man's hand, "Le Monde, sil vous plait..."  The man counted her coins, and handed her a paper with a wide smile...the paper only cost half a franc.<br/><br/>Smiling back, almost nervously, she clamped a hand around Sylar's arm, and the paper with the other, tugging.  "Come with me..." she hissed at him.