Lydia wasn't like him, wasn't like Sylar. She wasn't one to taunt, but she couldn't help the vicious little smile that curled her lips. If it was fueled by a blacker rage and a deeper, more insidious fear that probably wasn't going away any time soon, well...she'd trust Peter would keep that to himself.

"Since this morning? Broke your hold on Peter. Poisoned you. Freed and revived John. And had him rip you out of Sylar's body and trap you back on the right side of the spiritual plane." She ticked each one off on her fingers, though her voice was a tiny bit shaky--probably with the rage, or exhaustion of her own. "It's been a busy day."

She tilted her head, looking back at him, smile fading into a look of mock-confusion. "Was I not supposed to figure it out so fast after that performance last night?"