...He can't quite believe that it actually appears to be working. And that he is not currently being eviscerated. Neither situation, however, is one he is going to question lest it change dramatically.

(As he lifts off the ground a few inches, he can't stop himself from glancing in a farm-ish direction, but he does manage to turn it into a general all-around look of a hopefully unsuspicious bearings-getting nature.)

"...This way." He demonstrates by nodding his head in the direction he imagines Metropolis (or, hell, anywhere far far away from Smallville) will be. As he starts off, not looking away from Sylar, his fingers' temporary fumble on their switches reminds him unpleasantly of the amount to which he's scared.