...Different. Sylar was definitely intrigued. The question was just so random, he wasn't entirely sure what to do with it. The man was a murderer, that much was completely obvious, but... he couldn't figure out the motive behind the man's actions yet. He wasn't entirely sure how to take it. "I don't drive a car," he replied pointedly, corners of his mouth turning up into a bemused smile. "I walk." More soothing. Less destructive. Hell, he was a New York native. He only drove when he needed to.
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Date: 2007-08-04 04:20 am (UTC)