Madeline was curled up in a chair near Gabriel, not sure if they should really sit right next to each other for now- it's seems obscene while they're supposed to be mourning.
Of course, this does change things. She was briefly startled by him leaping to his feet, not really recognizing Mohinder's voice, but then she looks where he's running and tumbles out of her chair as well.
She doesn't stop short, nearly tackling him in her eagerness as she hugs him much more enthusiastically than she ever would have done before. It's different, after all, when you thought someone was dead.
"Mohinder!" She doesn't even think to question it, not yet.