Mohinder's expression was understandable. Gabriel couldn't quite feel the same. He had tried to forget that he lived half the past year by taking naps in motels and the beds of those he killed, their rotting corpses one or two rooms away. He still had to acknowledge that he had no right lingering on the dead. So his expression was rather unreadable for a moment, then he shrugged. "I know, but- Jack made the offer to us. It has to be all right with him."

He turned, looking at the rest of the bedroom, and waving with a sweeping gesture. "So I think we should take this one. I like it about the same as the first, and a change of pace would be good for me. I can tell you like this one better, too. I might pick up the occasional memory, but that's always true. Plus, I'll get some practice in with the ability."

He stepped closer, bringing his face close to Mohinder's. He smiled gently at him. "So what do you say?"