She loses her hold on the bar as he sends her flying back, a grunt exploding out of her as she hit the floor and skidded just a little. She's winded and every time she takes a breath in, it burns. Shifting her weight onto her back, she sits up slowly and reaches back to curl her fingers around the thick end of a splinter. As she pulls it out, she winces a little because it's long and it's jagged. Other pieces of splinters are hitting the floor as she removes the splinter and looks at the bloodied thing. Tossing it aside, she looks back at Sylar.

"So pretty much do that with everyone, right? Because most don't have an ability that's visible right away." She pushes to her feet as she looks at him, wetting her lips as she tries to assess the environment to find a better way to attack him.