Sylar tilts his head to the side, thoughtful. "Depends entirely on how much she sees us as anomalies. We'll have to make sure we're chatty before we get close, separate us out from them as much as we can." He smiles now, looking confident. "Shouldn't be too hard. And hey, maybe all the wanton destruction would cheer her up."

He leans down again, assessing Peter's new form a little more analytically. "Are you gonna need help getting out of here?" He doesn't want his new quicksand trap getting stuck down here.