( Sylar makes a gruff noise of disgust at the mention of Maya's name and flinches in his seat. That was one more 'memory lane' he didn't need reminded of. How it felt to be so powerless, relying on the whims of an individual who was emotionally unstable at the best of times. Thankfully, as with Candice, she had a blindspot that'd been too easily exploited. )

For having destroyed your research, there sure was a lot of it left. Oh, it's all in the trunk by the way. Looked important, so I brought it.

( That syringe especially had been the proverbial 'shiny thing' that caught his eye. The song's switched now, something slower and with more melody. "Dreams" by Fleetwood Mac. He taps his fingers on the steering wheel in time to the beat, and soon, whistling along. )