Mohinder was quiet for a long time, contemplating just not answering. Sylar knew when he was lying--some ability he must have picked him. He'd been alert to notice that. If he were able to use that ability even when Nathan's consciousness was dominant...he took a shaky breath which started him coughing again, which was just agony. There was blood on his hand when he pulled it away and he shuddered a bit, knowing that was bad.

Still not looking at Nathan, though, and struggling to stay upright on his own he managed a dark sort of smile. "We can't tell them what really happened. Just...say I was out walking and was attacked by an unknown assailant. I didn't get a good look at him, it was dark. It happens a lot here, in certain parts of the city." He tried to take a shallow breath, to avoid setting off the coughing. "It was Sylar. He was here."