Peter looks back and forth- between the extremely bright and colorful Harley and the muted dress of Sylar- and finds grins on both their faces. He is not sure what to do with this- he'd spent the past hour packing up his things and making sure his telekinesis (Sylar's TK really, but he'd been practicing with it) was up to this job. And now- this.
He hadn't even noticed the hyena until just now. He gapes at it for a few moments, until he realizes that's exactly the point she's making. With a frustrated grunt and a sigh Sylar is very used to hearing by now, Peter relents. "Okay, come up and- let's get on the same page. She's an Evo?"
"Not quite," Sylar replies. "I don't know if she'll 'count' for whatever blockers they have." He grabs Peter by the shoulder and turns him back around toward the office, giving him a meaningful 'trust me' look. Peter relents and heads up the stairs.
Behind the rusty-looking door is an actual 'inside' area, and a much larger office than first appeared. This is a space for maybe fifteen or twenty office workers, although most of the desks have been shoved to one side. Sylar walks past a makeshift bedding area- two futon mattresses set up in the near corner- and over to the one desk with an actual computer on it.
Peter, meanwhile, lingers behind. "I'm Peter Petrelli, by the way," he says to Harley, offering his hand to shake. "Sorry if Sylar dragged you into this. Did he tell you who we're trying to rescue?" He sounds concerned, despite Harley seeming very ready to go. He also keeps looking back to the Harley's pet because- well, it's a hyena.
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26/3/22 14:04 (UTC)He hadn't even noticed the hyena until just now. He gapes at it for a few moments, until he realizes that's exactly the point she's making. With a frustrated grunt and a sigh Sylar is very used to hearing by now, Peter relents. "Okay, come up and- let's get on the same page. She's an Evo?"
"Not quite," Sylar replies. "I don't know if she'll 'count' for whatever blockers they have." He grabs Peter by the shoulder and turns him back around toward the office, giving him a meaningful 'trust me' look. Peter relents and heads up the stairs.
Behind the rusty-looking door is an actual 'inside' area, and a much larger office than first appeared. This is a space for maybe fifteen or twenty office workers, although most of the desks have been shoved to one side. Sylar walks past a makeshift bedding area- two futon mattresses set up in the near corner- and over to the one desk with an actual computer on it.
Peter, meanwhile, lingers behind. "I'm Peter Petrelli, by the way," he says to Harley, offering his hand to shake. "Sorry if Sylar dragged you into this. Did he tell you who we're trying to rescue?" He sounds concerned, despite Harley seeming very ready to go. He also keeps looking back to the Harley's pet because- well, it's a hyena.