People rarely asked him things. There was an oddness to him which hadn't dissipated no matter how much he had changed from the monster Elle Bishop and her organization had helped him become. Gabriel Gray had believed himself to be a simple watchmaker's son. He had wanted to believe he could be greater. Elle had helped him become greater as he'd become Sylar. No one had believed he could become great. He had. No one had believed he could become a hero. He had.
He could answer questions. He knew how everything worked. Except people. People weren't things. He knew that now.
"I can answer questions. I know how everything works. Everything. It's called intuitive aptitude. That's my gift. Understanding. I can answer anything except about people. People are not things. I know that now."
This woman came from the past. She was one who had been brought through time as well as space. Her accent was interesting to him. Sylar decided he liked her well enough to wait on her questions to assist her. It wasn't about heroism when he found her interesting. The hard part would be reminding himself not to become too interested. He tended to want to take things apart when he became too interested and putting people back together wasn't as easy as reassembling a time piece.
Looking to the side, he glanced at the complexes all their kind had been housed in, "The middle class buildings are Hope Springs. Your unit will be located there. The doors are labeled with your numbers. The letters tell you which floor you're on. The newest complex is Copperstone. All of them seem sufficient for the needs of most. They are not cells. We are free to roam around as we like though no one can leave. Even I can't tell you how to leave and I know how everything works. Everyone who was brought here is different. I don't know why they brought you. What is your question?"