2008? Must've been the Prussian-hater thing, then. Unless the guy he was talking about was really old during his time, but Sylar wasn't about to divide his attention with that when– when all the nurses finally seemed busy with something or other. Sylar glanced over to the guy, then moved to crouch down, as if tying his shoe.

"Do me a favor?" he said under his breath, moving to pull the boot loose enough to come off. "Lemme know if that nurse starts looking this way."

Unless the guy was a real asshole, Sylar couldn't imagine any patient choosing a nurse over another prisoner. Except for Peter Petrelli, but he already knew he was a little bitch.

"I'm Gabriel, by the way," he added as an afterthought. He smiled grimly at his task. "Hope you don't mind me... multitasking."