Peter's in the middle of shaking Harley's hand when she mentions Sylar's ex, and his wide eyes immediately look up in Sylar's direction. Sylar is equally wide-eyed and holds up his hands in a 'surrender' position, shaking his head a little. Peter still looks rather put-out as he finishes up the shake, turning to Harley while letting out a deep breath.

"Okay, first of all- not Sylar's ex. More like 'person he's terrorized over and over'." He looks at Sylar as he says this, rather accusingly.

"That's what I said," Sylar whines back at him. But he doesn't push it any more than that. Otherwise, it might turn into a fight with Peter, and Sylar would rather not show that side to Harley.

Peter continues. "Secondly, it's my niece, Claire. She heals everything, right? So they're going to be using real bullets, not the tranq crap they've pulled out in the protests. And they're not going to be shy in using it, either. So, just be ready for that. We've got an updated position- exact coordinates- and we can fly you in, but we'll have to leave...uh, your pet here. Will he be okay?"

"Don't need to fly," Sylar contributes, pulling out his PINpoint. "I'll explain later, but these things will let us teleport." Peter raises an eyebrow, but decides not to interject. Sylar continues. "Still, yeah. Don't want to deal with any pet deaths on this trip. Do we need to get something for your buddy to eat there?"