Peter nods at her, his expression serious. "Thanks." He then jumps in the air- it seems like he's aiming to hit his head on the ceiling. In one smooth motion, his body evens out in a horizontal position, as if he's flying. But he does wait for Harley to provoke the guards. After most of them have passed, he shoots off, actually flying through the hallway to the right while buzzing over the heads of the couple of remaining guards. The hallway's tight enough that they have a hard time turning around- by the time they do, he's used telekinesis to shove them both to the ground. He hasn't forgotten that keycard, either- it zips to his hands as he passes.

And then he's gone, having found some other direction to pursue. He disappears into the smoke. This leave Harley with a reasonably large number of guards and an unfortunate lack of cover. These ship hallways are unfortunately bare- nothing is here that's not built into the wall. However, there are a couple of doors that are partially open that could maybe be used?

As Harley approaches one of them, a small hand reaches out to pull her into the room, which turns out to be fairly small. The hand that closes the door belongs to a petite teenage girl with long, blond hair. "Hey, love the uproar," she says, with a smirk on her face that doesn't really fit. "Those guys are falling apart. And there I go, heading in the wrong direction. Oh- I'm Sylar, by the way."

The men outside are gathering around the door, and it sounds like they're getting ready to try and breach it. The apparent girl next to Harley looks unconcerned.