Muscles under the pale skin tense in a flinch. Her gaze snaps up - all the way up - to his own.
A calculating expression flashes across her face, barely restraining the sparkle of panic in her wide eyes - not a Gabe. Not Gray. But would Sylar really come up to her and say her name?
Her small face grows tight with determination. She's got a program for dealing with these guys.
"Why don't you," her voice deepens with gutteral whispers of power, "tell me your name, what year it is for you, what abilities you have, and then go order a coffee?"
Why, Eden thinks despairingly, does this universe have a hard-on for these guys?
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A calculating expression flashes across her face, barely restraining the sparkle of panic in her wide eyes - not a Gabe. Not Gray. But would Sylar really come up to her and say her name?
Her small face grows tight with determination. She's got a program for dealing with these guys.
"Why don't you," her voice deepens with gutteral whispers of power, "tell me your name, what year it is for you, what abilities you have, and then go order a coffee?"
Why, Eden thinks despairingly, does this universe have a hard-on for these guys?