Peter blinked in surprise at the sight of the receptionist. He definitely hadn't been expected that. He wasn't really sure what he'd expected, but he guessed it made sense to have a receptionist. Someone had to take the phone calls and things, right? Lady Heather couldn't be expected to do that.

"I would be, yes." he said with a nod. "Peter Petrelli." He smiled at the receptionist after she gave him the directions, and then he headed over to the stairs. It took him a moment to find #2-12, and he licked his lips, feeling a little fluttering in the pit of his stomach. Why was he nervous? That was crazy. He was just going in to talk to the woman. Nothing was set in stone.

He took a deep breath and then opened the door to Lady Heather's office. He stepped inside, shutting the door, and blinked, taking in the decorations. Well, those were certainly different.

He nodded at the woman behind the desk and gave her a smile. "Yes, and that would make you Lady Heather." he said. "It's a pleasure to meet you."