Sylar kept himself from rolling his eyes, but it was a close call. Why'd he have to be stuck with Mr. Moral? He'd just have to make the argument again later. They couldn't keep leaving supplies behind, and Sylar thought they'd been more than generous.

The question caused him to raise his eyebrows. He stared at the body incredulously. At least this he could work with. "What, you think it's going to jump out and attack me? What would I even do about that?" He shook his head. "I'd rather go with you. It's not a good idea to split up, right?"

He rubbed his arms with his gloved fingers, trying to get the circulation going a little better. He walked past Mohinder and to the closest doorway. "Come on. Let's just...shut this room behind us."