Sarah listened to all of this, considering for several moments before wording her response to it. "Because it's pretty clear to me you don't seem to be one to dance around subjects," she said, still smiling to soften the straightforward words, "and this subject isn't one I'll ever dance around, I'll be honest with you." She grinned very briefly then. "No truth water required. I'm in love with your son, Mrs. Petrelli. This place," she gesture, the gesture encompassing more than just the hotel, "isn't one where normal rules of time apply, in more ways than one. I may not have known him before I arrived here, which means I haven't known him long, but I love him very much. I know how much he gives to others and he will always get everything I can give, even those parts we don't know we have until we suddenly discover them."
She wasn't certain if it was right, to give Angela Petrelli information she hadn't gotten straight from Peter, but Sarah had already crossed the 'staying away' line and now she wanted the woman to understand, not so much for Angela herself, but for Peter's sake.