Matt shook his head. He was tired, yeah, but he was riled up too - sleep was far from his mind. Careful to not disturb any of the equipment he leant back against the desk, looking at Mohinder, noted that focus in his eyes that appeared when he thought at him rather than just to himself.

He opened his mouth to answer, then glanced towards where he could just make out Molly, and returned the look as he answered mentally instead. A focus. Edged with tension that looked kind of bitter.

What's the situation? How many dead?

He'd seen the people in the hallways, some lying down, others coughing, one particularly haunting glance of a teenager who looked like she'd fallen asleep sitting up except her chest hadn't been moving and she hadn't been thinking.

An oversight, maybe. They must've gotten to her by now.