“And eight more anomalies,” Steve gripes. “Antarctica. Well I guess you really do end up seeing the world when you join the Army,” Steve mutters and ruins the towel with goop that hadn’t come off of him. He looks better now than he had before, and considering he’d recently been inside a blob, he thinks anything is an improvement.

They should clear out for Sylar either way. The guy still looks like he’d gotten into a fight with a red paint store.

And he wants to talk shop with Jack.