You mean besides straight to their house, to finish the matter as soon as possible? he thinks, but Sylar neither says nor gives any indication that he's thinking it.

Instead, he sweeps his gaze over the cooler in a quick, intent examination. When he turns an ear toward it, he can hear the same noise as before: louder, and with a clear point of origin this time.

"Not at all," he says calmly. In one sharp motion, his gaze shifts back to her; he doesn't turn his head. "I've done plenty of my own work before."

If it's meant as a jab, there's no sting behind it. Raven, Yrael; Sylar remembers well how some beings can react when provoked.