"Close enough to raise my hackles, which means this is either turning into a very bad day, or I'm more easily ruffled than I thought." There was little use in denying the obvious facts, though if asked about the beat her heart missed when he confirmed Peter's identity and mentioned Nathan's name, she would have feigned ignorance for hours. Childish, maybe, but since neither of them had bothered to call when they were obviously alive and in-contact with others, she would have felt she earned it.
Of course the explanation would be complicated. Some day, they'd find a language in which 'Petrelli', when translated meant 'Complicated'.
"Well, there's nothing to be done about the delay now, but I can keep from extending it." Heidi opened the driver door, and leaned in to snag her card case from where it had slid across the dashboard. She shut it again behind her, extracted a card, and offered it to him. "I've been looking for Peter and Nathan for long enough that a sacrificing a few hours to have the boys examined and fed would be irresponsibility fueled by sentimentality. If you tell them about the sudden stop, they'll understand. The second number is my cellphone, so provided I don't knock the battery out again and can't figure it out--Which would serve me right--they can call me and arrange a place to meet."
She wasn't about to go cavandering off with a stranger--not with the boys. Had she been alone, she would have accompanied Gabriel on his errand; possibly even given him a ride. However, she was a stranger in a strange land (One doesn't get much odder than California, after all.) through the strangest circumstances, and two people depended on her not to take risks--Nathan or no Nathan.