At first, he does not move to follow: not until he notices that she's walking toward the trunk rather than the doors. "You don't plan to move before then."

It is, in part, a question. And -- Sylar turns his head suddenly, gaze dropping to the ground and unfocusing.

When he looks up at Lucy again, it's with a much more marked curiosity than before.

(It sounded creaky. Liquid. Faint, but...faint has become a relative term since meeting Dale Smither.)