She wasn't so bad at all, just bright eyed and bad in groups and a little awkward, just like Mohinder himself. No wonder she looked up to him. He was more than just a mentor. She hoped to be like him some day, though he did scoff at saving the world.

"The grace of being born with my blood does not mean I should be praised like that," he called after her retreating form, and she just laughed, making an eating sort of pantomime and sending a little smilie face text to his phone.

That surprised him. She had been modest when he mentioned Arthur finding him when she could do it herself through data. A rather impressive ability really. It would have complimented Molly's well.

It wasn't Matt that got Mohinder out of the lounge and into the cafeteria, it was a toothy grinning eleven year old hoping that goodies still equalled cake because it had been a long time since she'd had such a thing and oh! She wanted it!