His eyebrows crept higher when she stopped, but he did not prompt her to explain. He didn't need to her. If he had Sylar, then he could venture a guess, and it wasn't particularly important anyway -- or at least not when she was looking to him to find a way out of this.

"Unfortunately, no. I need those herbs you spirited away first. I can keep him out of us after that, when we're trying to get him out of Sylar, but before ... " He looked away and down the street, sighing, and shook his head. "We can only hope the vervain will affect him, too, if only for long enough to get what we need out."