[Mohinder flinches. That's just a normal human reaction to a sharp thing flying at one's throat. He looks down at it as it threatens(?) his neck. He knows that Sylar could completely impale him with it. He also knows that Sylar's curious about this, too.

And yes, he even knows how Sylar could help, if he chose to do so. The man's understanding of special abilities and how they work put him in a unique position, which only made it more infuriating that Sylar chose to take from those people instead of help. But that was not the pressing topic here.

He clears his throat and thinks hard about what to do next. He knows from experience that Sylar has decided what he wants, and that means everything would happen very quickly from here.]

I don't want to rob a hospital. If you'd just left me home-- but fine. There might be an empty tube in the test kit. If so, we can take blood now. We'll have to put it on ice and find a centrifuge within a day. Slides and petri dishes. Those shouldn't be hard to find- or pay for, assuming my wallet is in there somewhere. We can analyze it all after whatever it is we're doing here.

[This is a terrible idea. Still, he can feel his adrenaline pumping at the very thought of actually going through with this. He might actually manage to have his own ability!]