It would be one thing if the ice creation protected him from the cold. But it sure didn't, and who wanted more ice around here?

Sylar was unfazed by the insults, and if Mohinder was unhappy with the chattiness, then it was just going to continue. Now it was Sylar's turn to be obnoxious. "Another plus side, there. I'll probably die at least a few times while I'm here, if the network's any indication. Even if I'll be back later. Hey, that's almost like the crummiest regeneration ever." He tilted his head to the side, and his chin disappeared behind the collar of his coat. "That's what I've been really looking for, by the way."

He changed to his terrible Texan accent for emphasis. "Found a cheerleader down in Texas that'd do real nicely, but her daddy caught me before I caught her."