Raising an eyebrow slightly at the questioned, Sylar racked his mind for the map of the area he had made in his mind before nodding, secretly pleased he had managed to pick up, and retain, the poor waistress memory ability. It did have its uses.
"Actually I do." He admitted slowly, turning to point the way he had come from, carefully avoiding glancing at the small room his victim had been in. "Its uhm down that way 5 or 6 doors. You can't miss it." He pointed out, Gesturing slightly before offering the other man a small shrug. "Its pretty easy to turned around in this place." He mummered in a tone he hoped at least sounded sympathic.