Dar nods shortly to Chandra and, proving once again that her body language isn't something she thinks about, stands with Sylar against the triffids.

With. Not beside, not near. She's protecting him as much as she's letting him protect her, and both are present in the angle of her stance if you know how to look.

As for the encroaching hordes... the range on her ability to drain isn't as good as she'd like, but Darla still remembers how to messily explode things, and that works at distances.

Splat.

Splat.

Splat.

The triffids are still clustering in faster than she can kill them, but only just.