Oh, for goodness' sake. "I have a bathroom," Mohinder snapped back, all but rolling his eyes. It should have figured that the big, bad boogeyman would get a little pepper spray in his eyes and suddenly turn into the world's bloody biggest baby. "I thought you might want to do it for yourself." What did Sylar expect Mohinder to go, go over there and dab at his eyes with a wet tissue? Because that was not likely.

In the interests of not further angering the raving psychotic, though, Mohinder relented with an aggravated sigh. "Just sit down. I'll get a glass."

Muttering to himself in Hindi, Mohinder headed for the bathroom door, but paused before entering the room and looked back at Sylar. "Not that I believe you'll listen to me," he said evenly, "but don't touch anything." With that note of menace, he escaped into the bathroom.