"Sorry," Matt offers, waving to one of the guards. They disappear outside briefly, then return with a glass of water, setting it down at Matt's elbow. He pushes it across the table to Mohinder. "Water's the best I can do. I'd get you some bread to go with that, but we're fresh out."
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Date: 2011-12-18 01:57 am (UTC)As Sylar wanted, the glass is full of holy water.