Hey, with this sort of thing? It almost never does occur to a person to not wreak havoc. Gabriel-- no, Sylar now-- he's really on-board with this idea.

"Oooh," he says, after hearing about Peter's change. He kneels down and tries to pat at him, but Peter's probably just going to feel the tickling sensation of several small zaps. "I bet you can do a lot with this. You're basically your own quicksand pit. Need help getting around, though, and I'll try. But I'm sure you'll work out a sort of erosion locomotion or something like that."

It would be a little hard for Sylar to help, probably, considering his own change. But he's happy to talk about it. "I'm electric. Apparently. Pretty sure I can shoot lightning bolts if I want." He sniffs in an unnecessary breath and suddenly blasts the ceiling with a bright blue bolt. It's probably easier to look at the after-image of it than the actual bolt itself. It leaves a nice scorch mark on the top of the tunnel, not that anyone would be able to see it now. Sylar laughs in delight.