Mohinder doesn't lose his smile, not right away. He's got instrument duty first. He's checking readings, glancing over the manual, and making sure that nothing will go badly for Sylar. The machine needs to function properly because though the man won't die, he can still feel pain.

"Make sure you remove anything metallic," Mohinder calls over, wiping down the inside of the machine. "That includes your jeans, the zipper will set it off!"

Standard procedures. Standard everything until Mohinder moves through the maze of tables. "My God, Matt!" He rushes over, checking his vitals. He's breathing. His heart is working just fine. "Help me get him up."