Sylar had just reached where Veronica had fallen and was about to lift his hand to leave his signature slice when, suddenly, she started gagging. Sylar's eyebrows lifted in surprise and he stood, rooted to the spot as he watched her cough up the bullets. She was... healing. Like Claire. Like him. That was definitely unexpected. Immediately, his mind began racing. It was odd. Maya and Alejandro had been twins and their abilities had been complementary. But cellular regeneration didn't complement electrical manipulation. It meant Veronica and Elle were more like Tracy and Niki and that meant... had Bob injected his daughter? Was her ability a fabricated one?
She sat up, wide-eyed, and Sylar actually scoffed at her question. "I'm the wrong person for that question," he replied coolly. "But it looks like you and I are going to have a long, long time to get to know each other." He crouched down, eyes bright with interest.
This was an interesting turn of events. The FBI team that was tailing him had abilities just like him. It made the game that much more entertaining. Fun, even. The fact this was apparently new to Veronica... that was just icing on the cake. He reached out and patted her shoulder, offering a cold smile, "You just made this vacation a lot more fun."