"I wasn't planning on it." Not yet, anyway, but Mohinder doesn't need to know that. He hesitates, looking dubious, and rolls one shoulder in a shrug -- he hasn't come to believe Arthur's story about their relation in the last twenty minutes or so, but he might as well keep playing along. Better he does than have one of his new friends turn on him when they realize he's not really Arthur Petrelli's son. "My father wants them alive."

He glances back at Flint. "He sent them with me to help me get you back. From the look of things, though, I didn't really need it."