"I believe I don't have much of a choice if I should ever like to be suitable to see my daughter again," Mohinder offers, as kindly as possible. His emotions are across the board, from timid and hopeful to depressed. So very, very depressed.

It wafts from him like steam from his skin, visible to the very perceptive. Certainly known to Charles. Mohinder keeps his distance as Charles slips into the room and settles onto a fine leather chair. At least Tony's allowed his cage some comforts.