Peter didn't sleep much. Maybe for a couple of hours, once or twice a month. His abilities kept him strengthened and supported, kept his body refreshed, expelled toxins, all the sort of things that a good night's sleep is supposed to take care of. Which was a good thing, in his opinion. By the time he and Hiro had raided and evacuated the second prison, Peter had absorbed the abilities of every incarcerated Evo the place held. More than two hundred. The sudden changes in his mind and body had sent him into another coma for almost two weeks, but afterward, Peter had also adapted to accept the abilities more easily. With the literal hundreds of abilities in his mind, it became a crowded, noisy thing, buzzing at all hours and making sleep impossible. Until, like solving a jigsaw puzzle, the right combination of passive abilities had countered the lack of sleep, and he was fine.
He was fairly sensitive to the sleep patterns of others. The night had been blessedly quiet. Peter had synched his technopathy into the hotel's meager security, but it had been enough to let him see who was trying to come in or get out.
Now it was morning, and the heavy, fantastic scent of food in the kitchen had him linking to the system again, and venturing to the origin of the scent. He couldn't help but smile when he entered the room, leaning in the doorway for a moment. "I don't know how you do it. I could never even have found all if this in the kitchen, never mind putting it together for a meal."