She took the key on the off chance that she needed a place away from them. One room, filled with Peter's scent, especially...she wasn't sure how much she'd sleep, and she needed it. Sylar needed food, though, and she would, too, eventually, even if the idea was not at all appealing right now.

"I'm the one who attracted his attention, though," she said softly. "I went..heedlessly off in search of something I'd no right to, and then once it all started..." She shook her head. "I couldn't tell. He had them, toturing them in their own minds, and I...couldn't even tell. I was as blinded to him as I was when human for so long. And what he did to you? That was..."

Peter and Sylar had, admittedly, earned his ire on their own, as much as to hurt her, with thwarting his plans and Sylar's part in his death, but John. "He did that just to hurt me. You were hurt because of me."