Sylar considered what she said. There was some wisdom in her even if she was ordinary. Humans often struck him as being lesser beings in too many ways to make them worthwhile. He had decided to defend them as a hero because it made him more. They were not made more or less by his decision. She was only a woman from the past. Sylar doubted she would be too terribly interesting to those who kept them in this place. He couldn't imagine testing her would prove valuable.
"Hope Springs is the section here in the front of the complexes. I can walk you. Your unit will be on one of the floors. The doors are all numbered. Yours shouldn't be locked unless you're sharing with someone. That happens. I live in Copperstone for now. I have no roommate, but there is a space for one which this place my choose to fill. I will be very displeased if I find myself locked out due to their discourtesy."
His displeasure was something he worked hard to avoid expressing. The urge to strike out at others rode hard on his nerves. It took a lot out of him to hold back the impulse to lift people, throw them, break them. Their bodies were so fragile. Sylar was a hero now though. He had to be on the side of good. Heroes did not break others because they were too stupid to know better than to lock people out of their own apartments.
Sylar announced suddenly, "I hope they place my former lover in my room. I murdered her once. She's alive again now. I care for her very much. I would like to cohabitate with her so I might help her become whole again. Her powers are unstable. I want to help her. There is also Claire here. She comes from my world. She is much like me though she hates me. You may check the network on the mobile phone they gave you to see if anyone from your time and home are here. It happens. People coming from the same place. I am not the only one who was brought with others."