Claire doesn't quite let him go. She keeps a hand on his arm and follows him to the body, blinking at the head more than the girl herself.

It might as well be Jackie.

She left Jackie. She's not going to leave this one. Sokka picking it up- it helps her stay focused. The blood's dry, anyway, the body cold and stiff. Sylar's probably long gone.

But she glances over her shoulder anyway.

"We can bury her here...?"

It's less of a suggestion, more of a plea. Let's just get it over and go somewhere safe please?