Not Elle. Now that was something he wasn't expecting. It was a surprise, but not entirely outside the realm of belief. After all... he could choose to look like Elle if he wanted. Shape-shifting, illusion. There were abilities that allowed people to look like anyone they wanted - even a dead woman. So complete shock wasn't the expression that flickered across his face. It was a mix of mild surprise and, dangerously, curiosity. Another shifter would be interesting. But an illusionist.. he could finally collect on the power he'd attempt to take from Candice not too terribly long ago.
But then she said Elle was her sister and surprise did register. A sister? Now that was unexpected. What was it with families and revenge? Sylar's surprise was wiped away with an amused expression. Petrellis, Sureshes, Bennets, and now Bishops - again - all ready to avenge the fallen. Did they never learn? She pulled out her gun and Sylar looked to the side. She must not know. That only made it all the more intriguing. How could she be Elle's sister and not know what he was? Only if she didn't know what her sister had been. What Bob Bishop had been.
"Family drama. I just can't escape it," Sylar drawled and then tilted his head to the side, a curious expression on his face. "She was nothing," the words were delivered coldly. "She was a waste of space. A liar and a manipulator. She was damaged goods," he rattled off, dark eyes gleaming with the twisted satisfaction of tainting the memory of a woman the blonde ahead of him clearly didn't know very well. "Well," he stopped, pursing his lips as if something had just occurred to him, "I have to give her credit. She made me what I am today. You could thank her but... she's dead."
He took a fearless step forward, eyes never leaving Veronica. "You're her twin. That means you must be special too." Sylar let a slow smirk twist up one corner of his mouth, "I'd like to see how that works," he commented before lifting his hand, ready to take a peek.