Fishing her phone from her pocket, she read through the short response she'd gotten back from the text she'd sent earlier, while fiddling with her phone. "We leave him here. Someone will be by soon to clean up the mess and pick up our friend here."

"You freaks are the scum of the earth!"

Megan's attention was quickly drawn away from her phone. The man had apparently realized the situation he was in, and was drawing on a glimmer of bravery, or stupidity to speak his mind. "You're all a genetic fluke that should have been eradicated the moment your kind started cropping up"

She raised an eyebrow at the man, but showed no outward signs of anger. His comment had sounded very... scripted. Not the usual hogwash people spat out. After tucking her phone away she moved over to him and leaned down so she could look him in the eye. As brave as his words had sounded, he didn't look directly back up at her. Rather, he flinched and stared off to the side.

"... A lot of people could have died today. A lot of innocent people out buying food for their families. So what if their DNA doesn't match yours? So what if some of them have tails or wings?" Straightening again, she tucked her hands into her pockets and sighed. "Friend, I think you've been fed a lot of bullsh*t. Because of that your friends are dead, and after we find out who sent you-- and we will -- so are you."

Leaving him, she called over her shoulder to Sylar her response to his last question as she headed back toward the store. "Lets go get our food. I remember there being a rather large side of meat with your name on it waiting in the back of the store for you, Sylar."

Other mutants seemed to take great offense at words like the doctrine this injured punk was spewing at them, but Megan just rolled with the punch and turned it back at him. An amusing moment to witness, though Sylar didn't really care anymore. He had been bothered by their hate once upon a time, ashamed to be a monster with a boy's mind. But meeting people like Serena and Evelyn who looked just as normal as this thug, but didn't care about his appearance helped. They saw what was beneath the monster, and Roach was teaching him how to accept and find a middle ground with it. In the end, Sylar didn't care what this man thought, because human thoughts were wasted on him. Sylar was a mutant and a monster, and he was starting to enjoy it.

Sylar remained silent as they exchanged words, Megan driving her point home as she turned to leave him here. She mentioned the food, which caused Sylar to unconsciously lick his lips as he was still staring down at the man. Sylar spoke softly, his words more sinister than what he usually spoke. "You're right you know, you should have killed us all when you had the chance. Because now the monsters are growing stronger, and you know what we've learned? Just how weak...and tasty your kind is." Sylar turned on that, leaving the man with an ominous threat.

Sylar immediately caught up to Megan, taking a spot behind her as she walked back into the store. "There was and I'm seriously getting hungry. It's hard...to hold back when I'm hungry like this." He thought aloud, warning Megan about one of his unique traits, the Hunger that lived in his guts and drove him to such aggressive actions as she'd seen earlier. As they returned to fetch their supplies the boy's tail began to sway behind him happily, and the blood on his claws began to dry.

Sending a sidelong glance his way, she bypassed the carts and headed for the meat cases. So... maybe that had been why he'd turned on her before. Made sense in a way; she'd known a few mutants in the past with vaguely similar problems. It always boiled down to control somehow. "Well, we'll just have to keep that stomach of yours sated then, won't we?"

Waltzing straight behind the counter and back toward the freezer where their order had been, tugged the door to the freezer room open and was met promptly with a shriek and an object being hurled at her head. A cold, slimy, scaly fish bounced off her face, before landing at her feet. The boy that had helped them before froze with another fish in hand, blinking at Megan in surprise. The twenty-seven year-old blinked back. "...did you... just throw a fish at me?"

"..I.. uh..." He remained cowered in a corner, refusing to let go of his makeshift weapon. "..I thought y-ou were one of.. of them.."

Her mask cracked and she bit back a sudden snort unsuccessfully. Armed, dangerous gunmen attempt to rob the store, he guy flees into the back and decides to defend himself with fish. Wiping the moisture from her face, she moved aside to let Sylar in and spotted the wrapped package to her right. "Go ahead and grab whatever you want, Sylar. We're going to skip the other things on the list for today." It'd be meat for a while, until she felt like hazarding another trip to the store.

"H-hey! You have to pay for all of th--" The guy glanced at Sylar, gulped, and continued... if a little weaker. "-at..."

Megan tucked the package under her good arm and smiled at him sweetly. "And we will. You can go ahead put all of this on Roaches tab." With that said, she turned and left, moving back through the store toward the exit.

Everyone had secrets, and often kept them from people they should tell. Sylar's little mental issue was more dangerous than the average secret, something good to learn now rather than later when he might be more dangerous. "I guess Roach should have warned you, he's helping me control it." He mumbled as he followed behind Megan. Though what Roach was doing might amount more to embracing this inner monster, rather than leashing it properly. After all one of the first lessons he'd given Sylar was murdering a man.

The situation turned from serious to absolutely comical though as they made their way back to the counter, wading through terrified people and the remnants of a fight. A powerful scent filled the air as a chilled ovoid shape slapped right into Megan's face. She questioned what it was after it happened, but Sylar was able to figure it out a moment sooner. This tough as nails girl had just been assaulted with a mackerel. She questioned the situation and the man who had tossed the fish, but Sylar took this moment to do something he hadn't done in months, or a year even.

"Ahh...Pfft...Hahahaha!" The monstrous boy clad in black began to laugh out loud. His life was a chaotic mess rife with danger and fear, living with a girl who easily toted a gun like it was nothing, or the giant criminal bug man who was now his boss, friend, and mentor. But for Megan to take a fish to the face? This was actual laugh out loud comedy.

The uncharacteristic behavior was quickly suppressed as Sylar tried to retake a serious stance. Megan immediately requested for Sylar to grab whatever he wanted from the butcher's area, which he moved forward and grabbed a lamb body and various smaller hunks of meat, some beef steaks. The man began to demand payment, though Sylar didn't even need to try to intimidate him, his appearance alone enough to stutter the boy's speech. Sylar carried the packages out of the back and retook a spot next to Megan. "This good?" He asked, his posture again the stoic boy that had followed her into the building.

She claimed the store would be payed from Roach, again raising the question in Sylar's mind about just how powerful or influential Roach really was. Sylar let the thought linger for a moment, until he followed Megan out, hauling their supplies easily with his superhuman strength.

"Oh-ho-ho, laugh it up, next time i'm ducking."

Attempting a scowl was too hard while it still felt like there were scales clinging to her nose, so she left it at that. Eyeing the armload he had, she nodded and shifted her own load carefully. While she wouldn't admit it, it her injury was bothering her quite a bit; even more so now that the adrenaline was wearing off. Various aches and pains were rearing their heads. Sighing, she forced her feet to carry her outside.

Already a few mutants had shown up and were poking around the scene. Two were crouched over by the last living witness, fighting over how they were supposed to stuff him in their car, while another, larger mutant was busy picking picking up the armless gunman's body. A true frown graces the spider mutant's face and she neglected to acknowledge their presence as she moved on past. Just because they knew Gregory didn't mean she had to like them, after all.

"When we get home i'll toss one of these into the oven for you, if you want. Unless you want to chow down on it as is or something." Unlike her large, deadly pal, she wasn't looking forward to food when she got home. She was looking forward to a bath, cleaning her wound, and then a short coma for a day or two.

Megan was obviously not joyous about Sylar's little stint of laughter. Though the boy felt pretty good about it, it'd probably been over a year since he last laughed at something seriously. Or at least awhile, time got away from you when you were a blind sewer creature. "Sorry, it's just...It's just funny." He responded keeping any more outbursts in control. Following Megan as they left the premises, Sylar noticed the extra bodies dealing with his handiwork, and he still couldn't really remember murdering these men. He still couldn't control himself at times like this, he needed more help from Roach it seemed.

Sylar noticed a few signs that Megan was in discomfort, very few but he could tell the girl was probably starting to ache or in pain. Best to keep it to himself though, Megan probably didn't care for his monotone sense of concern he showed. Megan said nothing to the men as they passed them, and neither did Sylar. He was just a luggage courier again, carrying the extra food Megan didn't want to or couldn't carry. She finally spoke up again though as they were headed home. She insinuated Sylar might want to just gnaw on the raw meat instead of waiting for it to be cook...and though he'd eaten it raw before he was still at least half human, cooked was better than raw...most of the time.

"I'm not a dog, I still prefer my food cooked." His tone was bland, and possibly sounded offended, but really he was just stating his thoughts. "Besides if I just start chewing on the meat, it wouldn't be much good to you or Roach." Sylar continued, figuring that as long as he was living with two other people, he should at least try and reign in his selfish instincts. But to be honest, most of the time he just wanted to clean that house out of food and go take a nap like some big lion. Animals were jerks at heart.

Stealing a glance at him, her eyebrows rose slightly as she considered his response. "Well pardon me for not knowing how to deal with.. whatever it is you're going through." She attempted a shrug, winced, and gave up. Maybe she was starting to feel a little irritated... not due to Sylar, but due to how time consuming grocery shopping had become. She felt herself getting snappy.

"I don't eat much meat. It's all yours to squabble with Roach over." Feeling the beginning of a headache forming, a soft scowl settled on her lips. Eventually she stopped with a sigh, and turned to face Sylar slightly.

"Listen... I don't do that whole friend thing very well. I tolerate people, people tolerate me... mostly. Just... don't expect much from me, and I won't expect much from you."

Megan's mood seemed to be dropping, her tone was getting...what was the word? Snippy? Sylar however just kept his usual stoic tone. "Didn't expect you to." His words might have sounded offensive, but Sylar really didn't expect her too. Sylar was very different to Megan, sure they were both mutants, and her aggression and background were very likely worse than his own, but she still looked normal, or at least normal enough he couldn't peg her for a mutant. Normal looking muties didn't have it as rough as the obvious ones like him and Roach, he knew that much. Mostly because of a certain very annoying girl he'd rather not remember.

Seemed she didn't want any piece of what they'd bought, odd that she'd go shopping for him and Roach but not get something for herself, honestly who didn't like meat? An odd girl to say the least. Eventually it seemed she reached the end of whatever patience she had and turned to speak directly to him. Sylar didn't show any reaction on his face, because her words didn't mean much to him. Not like he expected or was after her friendship. Sylar returned her words, his face made of stone.

"That's fine, I'm not much for friends myself. I work for Roach now, and you live with him. I mean you're his woman aren't you? I'm a bodyguard, you can just treat me like one." Sylar finished, still believing Roach and Megan were some kind of item, why else would Roach keep a woman at his home? Plus Sylar remembered how roach "insulted" her and she didn't care at all, that was some kind of flirting wasn't it? Sylar didn't get coupling too much, and to be honest he thought all mutant women were just way too much trouble to even begin thinking about it. "Besides, mutant girl's are trouble anyways." Sylar mumbled that last part.

An eyebrow twitched; she felt it. "I'm no ones woman." She corrected sternly. Perhaps a bit too sternly. "Roach and I are... different. There's no real reason we stay together, we just do. Maybe it's because we understand each other better than anyone else."

Eyeing him a moment longer than necessary to make sure she got her point across, she finally turned her back on him and continued walking. "You're his body guard, and only his. I deal with my own issues and can take care of myself."

She barely caught his last statement, and openly scoffed. "All girls are trouble, not just the mutant ones."

Seems Sylar hit a nerve he hadn't realized was there. The boy didn't interact with girl's much in his life, and most of the mutant ones he'd dealt with were entirely catastrophic and nerve wracking. "Got it, I'll remember that." Sylar responded to her statement of ownership. He didn't really get what Megan was then to Roach, but trying to understand Roach was a fool's errand. Quirky bug man that he was. Megan also stated she could take care of her self, Sylar wasn't really trying to impose with his statement, he just assumed guarding her came with the job and the room in their house.

"You live with him, I just assumed guarding you was part of my job. I'm new to this, not trying to offend you." Sylar didn't mind not being responsible for her, less work and stress for him. Besides the girl was right, she could take care of herself, if not for his superior speed and strength he'd be very intimidated by her. Even with the knowledge he could murder her with one hand didn't keep her from intimidating him a little bit. "I guess roommate or hired muscle would be a better term for me?"

Seems Megan was paying attention enough to hear his last statement, sure all girls were trouble, Sylar figured that. But mutant girls had a sense of confidence and lust for trouble normal girls didn't. A normal girl sees Sylar she runs, easy day. A mutant girl? Throws freaking explosions at his face and comes back for more, alot more troublesome. Sylar finally responded with a different tone, sounding a bit more humorous. "Tell me about it." After that, Sylar made sure to try and avoid pressing any more of Megan's buttons as they made their way to the apartment.

Some of her irritation melted away and she sighed again. She did't have a clue how Roach had run into him, or what the giant bug had said, but she honestly wasn't liking how it seemed to be affecting the newest occupant of their apartment. Maybe it was due to whatever past he had, or maybe it was due to Roach specifically.. but it was kind of annoying whatever the case.

"I do live with him. I also live with you now. I'm not going to go around thinking of you as hired muscle when you have a name, and you have a personality. Hell, you laughed at the fish thing, so you've got to be okay."

Shifting the food she was carrying again, she spotted the apartment building in the distance and felt a tiny bit of relief wash over her. They were almost home; she could stop talking soon and fall back into being a hermit.

"... Just how did you meet Greg, Anyway?"

Sylar wasn't so good at reading people socially or emotionally, but this woman was highly confusing. She doesn't want to be friends, just tolerant of each other. But now she wants to be on a name basis? Were all women this hard to understand? Well whatever, as long as they had some type of working relationship living at the apartment wouldn't be too much of a hassle. Plus she cooked, and Sylar liked food. She continued on, saying she even approved of his earlier laughter. "Thanks I guess." Was his only response.

As they approached the building she asked a rather short...but complex question. How he'd met Roach, wasn't that an intriguing night. "He jumped me in an alley a little while back. Well I guess jumped isn't correct, but he surprise met me in one." Sylar hadn't ever met, heard, or seen Roach before that night, but apparently Roach had been tailing him. "Said he'd been following me for awhile with his bugs, I was stealing from a dumpster. Weird bug man drops down, praises me for my...form and then drags me to a diner. He's a very odd man." Sylar's voice did show a bit of appreciation for the man though, an underlying fondness that didn't hide beneath his usual monotone words.

"I've met other mutants, and even been asked to live at that big Mansion on the river. But I don't...fit in well with crowds. Roach, well he's just like me." Sylar's tail began to curl a bit behind him, the boy happy to have a friend and mentor actually. "You can call us mutants from a mile away, and he knows...what issues I have. Told me he could help me, and all I had to do was work for him, and I believed him." Sylar had refused other offers before Roach, mostly because a part of Sylar didn't believe or trust mutants that still looked normal. They couldn't help him, or know what it was like. But Roach was different, he was unique, just like Sylar. They were both transformed, both creatures, both...hungry.

"He recruit you at a diner too?" Sylar asked in return.

Well... that at least sounded like Roach. Normal and the mug just didn't go together. It didn't suit him. She barely bit back a chuckle, and shook her head slightly. "Well, you're right about that. Roach certainly knows what it's like, and is probably more than qualified to help you."

In regards to how he met her, well... that was a long story. "No, he kidnapped me." That about summed it up correctly. "A few years ago... I caused some trouble in a place he apparently liked. He picked me up and the bench I was sitting on and carried me to his apartment. Honestly, I figured he was going to eat me or something. He put me down inside and left, like it was normal."

...Fond memories... from before everything in her life had taken a turn for the worst. "I could have left, probably should have, but I was so pissed at the sheer audacity of it all that I stayed to confront him. Ended up moving in fully not too long after."

Pausing outside the elevator that would take them up to their floor, since she refused to take the stairs with a hole in her arm, she popped the button a few times with a thumb. "... Not much else to say, really. He didn't see some great potential in me... he didn't hire me for anything. We just... fit together."

On the outside she looked rather normal. She was able to blend in with crowds in most cases. Most figured her for human, until they saw her mutation at work, anyway. But that didn't mean she'd every really been normal. It took an extraordinary amount of self control to blend in when she viewed everyone as equally useless; mutant and human both. Roach was certainly not human... not a normal mutant either. She just felt like she fit with him best.

Even Roach might not have been able to convince Sylar, but another odd man had also convinced Sylar he could reign in his dark side and take control, which Roach offered. However so far Sylar wasn't quite sure how Roach's...odd adventure's and nights out were helping besides putting stress on Sylar. "He has an...odd way of doing things, but with time I think he might actually help me." Sylar wanted to have control, to be able to live up here without constantly just wanting to pounce some random human and eat them to sate that hunger in his guts.

Megan went on to speak about her own meeting with Roach, which involved an unexpected tale and the odd sound of Megan sounding somewhat content about something. As odd as Roach was, he was clearly endearing to both himself and her. "He kidnapped you?" Sylar's voice was a bit surprised, but really he could see Roach doing just that once he thought about it. "World's oddest boss over here." He mumbled as he went quiet to listen to the rest of Megan's story. "He must certainly like you then, are you sure you aren't his..." Sylar stopped, remembering how she'd responded to his earlier opinion of her. "Are you sure he isn't fond of you that way?" Sylar tried to better build his sentence, though it still basically came down to aren't you his woman, just slightly less offensive this time.

She seemed very attached to Roach though, considering Megan's usual attitude. Sylar didn't mind really, just kind of broke his initial impression of the girl. "Mutants truly are the oddest bunch of people." He thought aloud. If Roach wasn't going to eat the girl, make her work, or keep her as a lover what exactly was Megan doing with Roach? Maybe he'd ask Roach at some point, but really it wasn't his business. "Seems Roach has a habit of collecting mutants in the oddest circumstances." They stopped at an elevator, or at least that's what Sylar assumed it was. Standing before a wall with Megan touching the wall repeatedly had to be one.

Megan and Sylar might not be friends, but this little exchange would at least make them closer as room mates. Especially since they shared a very odd insect who collected them as interesting pieces for whatever purpose brewed in that well spoken cockroach's head.

Her eyes flicked in his direction quickly, narrowed, and flicked back as the elevator door opened. "No. We're like...uh... heterosexual life mates. There isn't a conventional love between us. Just a strong connection." Pausing as she ushered herself into the elevator and waited for Sylar, she thought on her own words. "Maybe it's because our mutations are similar in a way. I don't really know. It's best not to question good things sometimes. There are so few of them these days."

Which, now that she thought about it, brought up something else. "If you are going to be following Greg around all the time, then you might end up needing some more protection than just your pointy bits and agility. It might take me a little while, but I could make you a fitted vest for your top half to keep you from ending up with any more holes."

He'd be a little challenging considering his shape, but she was confident that she could do it. "I took a bullet to the back earlier, the only reason i'm standing is because of the vest i'm wearing."