After what must've been hours of exhaustive questions and answering, the woman fell silent for a moment, then looked back at her companion, bewildered. "So are you really that egomaniacal enough to be able to talk about nothing but yourself for..." She checked the clock standing in the corner, "... three hours or is there another reason you were happy to answer all my questions without knowing a thing about who you're talking to?"
Sylar smiled with a playfully guilty grin as he shrugged his shoulders. "Frankly, it's been refreshing talking to someone who is neither a cringing fool nor a self assured 'agent' type. You were curious and so I decided to satiate you."
She shot him another odd look. "Is that it?" She was almost teasing him, confidence gained through the fact that she was still alive.
"Well. There's also the fact that I've been completely bored for years," he conceded, tilting his head sideways and looking her over curiously. "So? Tell me a bit about yourself. What's your name? How old are you? Where are you from?"
Regretful now of changing the subject towards herself, she cleared her throat. She supposed it was only fair to answer him after all he'd told her about himself.
"Well my name is Kyrain Ellins, I just turned 20 and I'm actually originally from Australia." she fiddled with her hair, turning it around her index finger distractedly as she spoke.
He nodded. "I recognized the accent. So what do you do for a living?"
"Well..." Now she hesitated, drawing a slight frown from Sylar. "I... I'm a... kind of ambassador for the Suresh Institute." She bit her lip in worry. Not many people with powers such as Sylar liked those who worked at the Suresh Institute, thinking them too much like the oppressive Company of the old days. In reality, the only similarity was when the Institute was forced to chime in and take action against the more dangerous superhumans. Otherwise, it was mainly just a scientific organisation dedicated to the study and preservation of superhumans in general. Of course, nobody believed that.
As she had feared, his expression firmed, though she wasn't completely sure exactly what he was thinking.
He looked down at himself, as if finally noticing his state of undress. "I should probably put something more decent on." His tone of voice was unreadable as he stood and strode back to his bedroom, leaving Kyrain wondering if she had just signed her own death warrant. She glanced at the emergency exit, half considering fleeing.
"You can leave if you want, but you'll never get to hear about the time I saved Micah Sanders' life." came the voice from the other room.
Micah Sanders? Now THAT was a surprise. Everyone had heard of Mr Sanders before. He was the pioneer of pretty much every piece of modern technology that existed. And he had powers too. Why would Sylar SAVE him?
Plus, he knew her name now and would probably be able to track her easily if she tried to make a run for it. She decided she'd stay. For now.