Smoke was one thing, Sylar could have easily handled just smoke and fumes thanks to his healing and various powers but fire?Not to metion the intriging ship just leaving? That was something that would drive even the quiet psychopath out of hiding. Hands stuffed in his pockets, he'd drifted from the spot everyone had been standing in towards a less crowded area.
Not that he cared, really, if anyone saw him. He knew how to blend in but the hunger was starting up in him. The need to find other specials and strip them of their powers for his own useage. It was made worse by what little knowledge he did have about the era-school had been ages ago after all and it wasn't as though he retained useless information like such-but he was pretty sure there were very little people who had extra special gifts even in the past. Frowning at the sight, he let his gaze drift over the area curiously.