The quickness to her movement is startling; Sylar does not flinch, but both hands instantly turn palm-out, anticipating. Another heartbeat passes, and when nothing else comes, he lifts his chin.

"And who are you," he says, very softly, "to tell me that?" Sylar angles a quick glance to the yellow house, then back to the woman, curling both hands shut into fists. "Are there things that you want from them as well?"