The double whammy of both powers hitting him at once, no matter how quickly Maya's cleared up, has Mohinder breathless. The woman's face is tracking tears as she goes to Mohinder in apology, but the Indian lightly, and weakly, pushes her off. "Maya--"

"He's like me!" she proclaimed, perhaps a little too much wonder than Mohinder would have liked (though completely understood).

"Go-- Tell him... Calm him down--" At least she didn't argue the point. She was smart and understood at least he role in this. She gripped Peter by the shoulders and forced her to look at him. Much of what she said was in Spanish, but either her tones were soothing or Peter had retained enough high school Spanish to understand enough what she was saying to him.

Though Mohinder was not a religious man, he did thank God when the pressure off of his chest and the sickness running through his veins cleared up. He got himself slowly to his feet before offering a hand to Matt.

"Maya...this is Matt Parkman and Peter Petrelli. They both have abilities like you. Peter is able to mimic abilities. Matt is a telepath." Yep. Outing everyone. They didn't have time to play here. "Did Sylar come back?"

Maya shook her head, still petting Peter like she might a dog. "No-- Why?"

"We're pretty sure he'll be on his way here...perhaps for the computer." Or for Mohinder himself.