Mohinder didn't press, as curious as he was. Gabriel's grasp of that particular power didn't seem as strong as the others and he never wanted to try and force and issue to speak about why that might be. Perhaps if he had been able to speak with the originator of the ability he could understand better but it was best to let sleeping Companies lie.

And so Mohinder stepped into the charming, well kept little Welsh city cottage, beaming. The colour scheme was reds and white and felt both modern and still quite homey all at once. There was a small sitting area followed by a dining room and kitchen separated by a breakfast bar and large windows letting into the light. The bathroom looked recently renovated and had side by side sinks. There was a large bed in the master bedroom, a den and a small second bedroom in the back.

Mohinder pulled open the closet doors in the main bedroom and gawked at the space, the built in suit racks and the tie and shoe shelves.

"Perhaps we'd have to find more ties for you. I rather enjoy them on you myself."