Sylar was getting tired of playing the foolish, pleasant man that was Zane Taylor. It was too cold for it, and he was missing too many abilities. Pair that up with the fact that Mohinder's heart was bigger than his sense of self-preservation, and Sylar was getting to be very grumpy indeed.

So maybe he didn't gasp and look horrified like he should have. Instead, he sighed, and caught Mohinder by the arms to keep him stabilized. "Looks like our eyes were playing tricks on us," he said, managing to inject just a little sadness into his voice. But that was as far as that went. "Wonder if it'd be safe to use the blankets..."

What? At least he didn't admonish Mohinder for freaking out over a corpse. Like they weren't going to see more of those soon enough.