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Even while Gawain asked for the other throwing star, Evelyn had taken aim and sent it flying through the air, burying into Leo's shoulder, which was about the only place it would stick. While it gave Gawain a good escape option, it also brought the mutant's glare straight to her. Blood puddled on the edge of the wound, and the growl rumbled down to where she was, bringing a warning. Evelyn reached for her sai, pulling one out and readying to throw it if she had to. While she preferred keeping them close, if he opened his mouth to screech at her she'd rather take the change to loose a weapon rather than get the brunt of that yell.

"We need to slow him down. A good hit to the leg might do the trick..." She flipped the sai, wondering if she could hit him from where she stood. Gawain was still in the fray though, which would risk him ending up in the cross fire. The sai wouldn't fly as fast as the stars, which could be risky.

I saw me.

It didn't make sense. Evelyn knew Sylar couldn't see, or saw differently than she did. He seemed to rely on other senses to get around in the dark, his eyes clearly adapted long past typical human sight. So the statement was jarring, confusing really. She could remember the memories that rushed through her head, but why did he see it? Her brain struggled with the new information, wanting to draw conclusions but resisting them. "How could you... I don't know... It's true, I do have memories of you, that are...frightening. But I have good ones too. I don't know how you saw them though. I wish I could show you the better ones..." Now she felt guilty.

There were two real possibilities here she had to consider: one, Sylar could read minds, and had seen what she her memories as she relived them. The playbacks were powerful, and she couldn't imagine what they would be like to someone who never experienced them. The other possibility though was somehow, she had shared the playbacks with him. She had never done something like that before, but powers did tend to grow in unexpected ways. Her perfect memory had arrived when she was thirteen, taking away the ability to dream forever. Was she going to be cursed now to share those bad memories with others? It was one thing to carry the burden, another to pass it off. That frightened her, perhaps even more than Sylar had.

"Memories... are terrible things...if you let them be. Sylar, everyone has moments they want to forget. For most people, memories will fade and loose strength with time. That doesn't happen for me. Things that frightened me will never loose potency. It's why I don't sleep much. But I've learned to see past the bad things. Every person had a bad side, a bad day, a terrible moment. Whether it's you, or Serena, or myself. But there are good things too. You only saw the monster from one moment in my memories. But you didn't see the friend who saved me, and you didn't see the friend I rely on for advice when other people don't really understand. I've seen your monster, and sometimes he lives outside your head. But you help me deal with mine..." She picked at her fingernails. She wasn't good at putting words together like this, but she desperately wanted to comfort him and take back whatever happened. He frightened her, but she had done the same to him. That was hard for her to deal with as well.

When Mirror acted, Evelyn was already lining up for the next throw. As Leo turned to face Mirror, the metal star buried himself in the mutants back; his next roar was one of anger and slight pain. Mentally, Evelyn was learning: studying her enemy. But something didn't seem right. She just couldn't figure out what yet.

"Try to stay out of his direct line of fire. We don't want to find out what the full force of that screech does." Evelyn muttered into the com while throwing another star for Mirror to jump to. Range was going to be better right now, to reduce the potency of the mutants powers. But that also put her in a disadvantage since her sai were better up close and personal.

The nagging continued in the back of her mind. The damage to the bricks that looked like a weapon, not like something this guy would wield. Something about the crime scene... "Mirror, I think there were two attackers with CS. I'm sure this is one of our guys, he seems like he came alone this time, but we should watch his strategy. If he's used to having a ranged guy watching his back, maybe you can get a good shot at him when he's distracted or something." It wasn't much yet, but it was the start of a plan.

Leo, meanwhile, found the stars an annoyance at this point, but nothing he found seriously threatening. It was like a couple of kids poking him with sticks. In his throat, he was building up a roar, waiting for the right moment to unleash it.

While the kid was running across the grounds, Evelyn made her way to the security office with a bag of chips and plopped in front of the computers. Like the god room in the Danger Room, the panel gave her control over the grounds and the ability to cut off invaders (or escapees in this case) without having to get too up close and personal. Which was good, when the kid decided to push a button on his gauntlet thing, and burst into flames.

Well, good thing they had a good sprinkler system...Not like this wasn't the first time someone decided to burst into flame around shrubbery. A few moments later the area was drenched with water that jetted from the ground with much more force than the average garden hose. When the flames were out, she turned it off and made sure the kid was okay.

Phoenix. Good to know. Hadn't seen one of them in awhile. Well, not since that one with the god complex who tried to burn down half the mansion, but that was another matter entirely...

She chomped a few chips and waited to make sure the kid would finish making his way off the grounds. Later she'd sketch out a detailed picture to hand over to CS to check the records for. If this mutant tried breaking and entering again, the reception wouldn't be quite as nice. But he wasn't quite wanted... yet... There were still some questions he hadn't explained and he was teetering on the guilty/innocent line.

It was clear he was going to run before he actually darted for the window. Unfortunately for Evelyn, short of actually stabbing him with the knife or bashing him on the back of the head with the sai, there wasn't much she could do to physically stop him. She could have maybe thrown the weapons down and executed a football dive, but there were other options.

While he was diving for the window, she engaged the security features on the grounds with a security panel that wasn't too far away. Nothing lethal, but there were some good tranquilizer darts in some of the guns, and the floodlights would turn back on. She also overrode any other tampering with the devices unless they came from the panel she was standing at. By now she wouldn't be surprised if other x-men woke up. But until then she just had to tuck the kids knife away for finger printing, and clean up the broken window.

The flip evaporated Evelyn's curiosity, and her question was replaced with a squeak of fear as she cling to Carrick's neck. She let out a grumpy growl and squeezed her eyes shut, wanting to scold him but having a feeling that could make things worse.

"You're a brat." She finally squeaked. It didn't sound very authoritative. Then again, she was still more student than adult at this stage in life. Her brain buzzed with information as they tried to calculate how high they were. That just made Evelyn feel even queasier.

Evelyn smiled politely as Kate talked. While the girl said she understood, Evelyn had a small bit of doubt at that statement. In many ways, she felt it was hard for anyone to really understand. Crazy dreams, voices in your head. That was just the tip of the ice burg. But Kate probably had her own daemons. Most mutants did. It leveled the playing field between them in many ways.

"I think it would have been easier to just deal with the voices. The memory thing makes things a little more complicated, although it makes me useful around here at least. Especially with all the restoration going on..." She glanced around and frowned slightly with a sigh. "Dreams...That is one thing I do miss having. Crazy or not." She paused and realized she was rambling than blushed. "Sorry, it's been a long day. Sometimes it's nice to take off the customer service face for a minute, I didn't mean to ramble."