Sylar's eyes narrowed, and he walked away a step so he could position himself behind the man. In one smooth motion he pulled the guitar string out of his pocket and looped it around Mohinder's neck. He left it loose, for now, but the moment Mohinder struggled it was getting tightened. "You really, really don't want to do that," he murmured quietly into Mohinder's ear. "You think I need my powers for this? You think I haven't been waiting for you to turn on me?"

This place hardly helped the feelings of paranoia, after all.