Maybe Evelyn just misunderstood what her powers were. Maybe being perceptive was only part of it. Maybe she just had the super power to get on peoples nerves and perceptive was how it manifested. Given more time, she could just annoy people by walking in the room!

That would be awful. She wished away the thought immediately and shook her head.

"I don't try to get on people's nerves. It just sort of... happens. It's like having a bunch of teenagers gossiping in my head 24/7, and then every once and awhile I slip up and repeat what they're saying. One second the echoes are like 'that girl is self-absorbed and is only hitting on that guy to make herself feel better', and then, well... The echoes are non-objective, they just point things out and insults are unintentional." She didn't know if he would believe her or understand, but she tried anyway. Whether she was telling a sewer monster he wasn't a blood-thirsty killer (at least all the time), or telling a cafe worker she hated her job, those things were often unfiltered. Learning what to say and what not to say took work, and until she made enough people angry it would take a bit to realize what was going wrong.

The conversation shifted, and they were back to the mansion. The kid was quick to assume he could be sly enough when he wanted to be, but Evelyn found that challenging. She smirked slightly when he said she may not even notice him, and she crossed her arms across her chest. "You underestimate me. You may be pretty stealthy but I bet I'd still spot you. I bet I'd know you were at the mansion was easier than you would know I was dropping off food for you. By the time you smell it I'd be gone." There was a light challenge to that, but then she shrugged and let it go. "Well, no promises on the whole danger thing though. Life's to short to waste it worrying. You're tough kid, but it'll take more than you to fix that busted part of me." Maybe that wasn't something to brag about, but she wasn't really trying to brag. It was just a fact: she lacked that little part of her brain that said 'run from the scary monster'. Instead, it said something along the lines of 'ooo, his skin is shiny, let's go find out what it's made of'.

Evelyn picked her bag back up, and adjusted her gloves before glancing up as well. The city had calmed, and it would be a good time to leave. She had solved her curiosity anyway, and now this was just an extremely smelly place to have a conversation. "It is pretty late. I'd say around midnight, maybe a bit later... I should catch a cab home, well, to the mansion at least for now."

Her explanation reminded Sylar of his school days, filled with people whose opinions were based solely on gossip and excluding others. Being able to read people like that, to be so ahead of them at all times, he could imagine how it would bother others. Made him realize how lovely it was to not have to deal with that all the time. Living secluded from society changed greatly how you acted as a person, or in his case, an animal. The lack of social skills, but also the lack of the need for said skills or etiquette was nice sometimes. "I can only imagine, I gave up on manners or caring a long while ago."

An interesting challenge, whether or not Evelyn would be able to catch him if he stopped by the mansion. He'd gotten the drop on her this time, a point in his favor, but the girl was pretty intuitive. Perhaps enough to out smart his tactics, he'd have to brush up on all the tricks he used to stay hidden. If he could evade her eyes, he could evade anyone's. "We shall see." He said bluntly. "I guess I just think I'd be more worried if I were you, at least I have body armor fused to my flesh." Sylar was more cautious than most cats, and he had natural armor and muscles like thick rubber, and yet Eveyln ran off after monsters without even a weapon to defend her self. Her lack of survival instincts seriously irked him.

She had been down here for a little while, too long probably. "I'll follow you back to the manhole. This time I'll shut it right." Once she left the sewers, he'd seal that exit and probably not use it again for months. He'd have to clear out and move to a different lair as well, a blunder on Sylar's part, but an interesting encounter with another mutant at least. Even if he tried to hide, it seemed the mutant community had no intentions of leaving him alone. "Could you do me a favor once you get back though?" He asked, his voice softening for a moment. "Could you tell Serena I said Hello and that I hope she's well." Sylar didn't like asking for a favor, or depending on somebody he just met. But Evelyn seemed like she'd probably do it with no restraint.

Evelyn felt a little jealous of the sewer mutant for a moment. She wished she could just 'give up' like he could. Trying to get along with people was exhausting. Trying not to care... well, that was hard. She had busted her hand up trying to do just that. People confused her, emotions confused her... For someone who knew an awful lot, she sure felt very lost. Knowledge without direction seemed empty. She wondered if Sylar had the right idea just going into the sewers where none of that mattered. "Sometimes, it seems like just avoiding it all would be nice. There are plenty of things I wouldn't miss... and plenty of people who would probably not miss me in return." She said it quietly enough it was clear she didn't fully mean for him to have to hear it. She started walking towards the sewer exit, adjusting her bag once more. It was heavy, and she would have to hoist in higher more often the longer she kept it on her back. The weight pressed against the bruises on her back and made her skin sting.

"I probably should be more worried. Can't make myself feel something I don't though. Guess I'm just used to having someone there to watch my back, gotta learn some way how to do it myself." She could see the slight irritation he seemed to hold in regards to her lack of concern, but she couldn't make herself afraid of him. Monster or not, she just saw a kid.

They continued until they reached the exit, the light from the street above still shining. The smell of fresh air was welcomed, and she grasped the metal with one hand, giving a nod to her companion. "I'll tell Serena. She'll be glad to hear from you. Gladder to see you in person, knowing her, but for now it'll work." She shrugged, and tugged herself up a few rungs, muscles sore and new bruises overlapping the old ones. Her pale skin was going to be dark just from all the falling she'd done lately...

Sylar's hearing was acute to the point that the faintest of whispers were easy to hear, however her intention was not lost on him. Generally mumbling under the breath was for the person who said it, not those around them. He in turn whispered his feelings on the matter. "Maybe it's the few people who'll miss you that matter though." In Sylar's case, he had nobody to miss him, so the choice to abandon his normal humanity was simple. His mutation simply gave him an alternate option. He couldn't be normal, or even half normal on his best days, so instead he spent most of his time living like a beast, an animal with no cares beyond his next meal. But sometimes it was nice to be human again, and part of him was happy there was one person up there who enjoyed the boy beneath the beast.

Sylar didn't really care if she didn't respect his image as a monster, it seemed like she'd respect his wishes even if she so blatantly wanted to disagree. So long as most of the world was afraid of him, he was safe down here, and free to roam on his own terms. It wasn't much of a life, but it was his own, crafted by his own determination. Some people never got something like that, even if those people would look down on him as filthy. "Keep a Watson around till you do." 

Sylar watched as she climbed out of his domain, his hood falling back as his head tilted back, revealing his face in the dim street lights. A dirty face, carved from hardship, malnourishment, and cynicism. "Thanks, I appreciate it. And don't go blabbing about finding me." He warned, not in a threatening manner, but his usual flat voice. "For now, I'll stay down here in my world. Best of luck in yours." Sylar crept up a few rungs after she vacated the hole. His hand reached forward to grab the cover, showing how truly adapted he was to the sewer. The obsidian color of his carapace so dark compared to the dim light above, a color that fades to nothing in the dark. "Good riddance detective." Sylar told her, a parting joke between two very different individuals who shared some common ground. With that the Boogieman vanished back into the dark, his hand pulled the hole into it's place, and a second tug sinking it tight into the hole, leaving no trace of what had transpired.

Sylar dropped from the ladder, the sound of his scurrying claws fading as he made his way back to the lair, ready to destroy it and move to a new hide out, away from prying damsel detectives.