Sylar watched her as she tried to piece it all together. It was interesting, the confusion and the fear, the doubt and the realization. He could remember the rush of his first time realizing he had an ability - even if he had taken the initial one and even if the beginning had been tainted with the guilt that came with the first murders. It was still exhilarating. She would get there eventually. "You're special," Sylar pointed out. "More special than you ever could have imagined." It was true. There weren't many with an ability like theirs. Adam Monroe was dead. There was Claire... Sylar's face changed for a moment as he wondered if Veronica was as special as Claire - but she was unique. He would have to resolve that mystery later.
Glancing over, he reached out and Veronica's gun lifted and came toward him, stopping just shy of his hand. "Wouldn't want to leave fingerprints." Sylar reached out and patted Veronica's cheek before standing. "Don't worry... you'll figure it out eventually." With his mind, he tossed her gun clear out of reach and turned on his heel and strode away, a smile on his face. This whole thing just became way, way more interesting.