She saw right through him. He had chosen Sylar, it was true, which meant that Gabriel was really nothing but a reminder of what he had used to be, but no longer wanted. His smile was dark and knowing, and he nodded his head only in answer, and listened to what she had to say.

"I've never been outside America--the only accents I hear are from tourists. I've heard that Scotland is beautiful, though. Is that true?"

It was all about developing a repartee with her, making her see that he was human, even if he suspected she was too clever to see through such a thing.

"Do you miss it?"