Sylar arches his eyebrows, wondering if he's kidding -- for all the terrible things Matt did to him over the last couple of weeks, why the hell would he want to help him now? -- then lowers them, almost unimpressed, when he realizes he's not. He shakes his head, and nudges Mohinder away from the table and his friend teleknetically; if he tries to go back to his side, it'll be a shove against the nearest wall. "No."