Sylar's smirk only grew at Mohinder's confusion. He really should've done this ages ago. It was letting him almost forget how cold he was. "Not quite. I was a watchmaker." He leaned his head back against the door, looking more relaxed than was even remotely possible right now. "I'm not sure when the ability started up, honestly. It was always so useful for telling me just what I needed to do to get everything working perfectly."

He held his hand out in front of him, half-pointing at the stove. It seemed like the gesture should mean something, but he put his hand back down before he said anything else. "Now I just can tell it's all wrong, but I can't do anything about it. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is?"