Mohinder's headache had finally gone away from the day before, thanks to Sylar's massage and dark and quiet in the room all night. By the morning, he was mostly calm again, and had told Sylar he'd be all right, though he was hoping rather fervently Baileigh would stay with Sark for the day. She'd come to New York at his request, been a very good friend, and miserable here, he knew, but he really couldn't stand another day of singing and cleaning around everything, moving things and...

So when the knock came his head snapped up, confusion and wariness in his eyes. After Bridget's "visit" a few nights before, he was far more paranoid about the Company, and he wasn't expecting visitors. When he saw Peter on the other side, though, he relaxed, at least marginally, and opened the door, taking in the bag, eyebrows going up.

"Peter. This is unexpected..." And thank god Sylar had already left.