"Yeah, well," Sylar said, counteracting Mohinder's dramatics with a flat tone. He still hadn't gotten up from his spot on the floor. "All that's out the window now, isn't it?" He couldn't take anyone's abilities, and no one had any abilities worth taking, anyway. There was no reason to kill anyone, unless Mohinder got them that desperate for blankets.

Was it weird that Sylar still expected to travel together after this?

He noticed the Mohinder eyeing the backpack, and very graciously scooted his foot away from it. "Go ahead. I'll just keep playing Zane on the network. You might've noticed I'm pretty good at fooling people. It'd be easy to say you're suffering from- what was it, MN poisoning?"