Aw, damn. Someone showed up while Sylar was eating. The guy sounded American, so maybe someone here just liked scones? Sylar turned to look at the source of the voice and gave him a sheepish sort of smile. "Oh, hi. Um, sorry for eating your food." He looked rather despondently at the package, but didn't grab another one. Returning his gaze to the man, he added, "Can I ask you where we are?"

He'd see what sort of reaction politeness got, whether it was worth trying to talk this out.