[A werewolf would have no trouble catching a muttered comment, in most cases. At the moment, amidst the crowd around the landing platforms and airlocks and all those exciting and completely alien things, Lyall only hears it because he's standing not so far from Sylar, looking a little bit green around the gills.

Werewolves, in general, do not fly. Or float. Or leave the ground for long periods of time. It didn't bother Lyall at first, during the flight, since it wasn't really in any kind of atmosphere-- but the landing had been a bit uncomfortable. Now, easing off the transport, or whatever it is, he's glad to be on solid ground. Perhaps it's that, that brings the comment in response to Sylar's:]

It would be a bit silly to kidnap and then cart around this many madmen. Especially for no stated purpose.