Peter tilted his head. [She's staying at the Hyperion Hotel. That's where I live. I absorbed it from her, actually.] He gave another silent chuckle at how Elisabeth looked around when he mentioned Sarah. [I met her here. Well, not here, but in the city. We each just sort of... turned up here.]
At the recount of the recent bout of honestly, Peter rolled his eyes. [I think I heard more confessions than a Catholic priest over Lent. And personally, I'm not one to care much for the opinions of gods.]
The recent experience with the Powers That Be having soured his idea of them. Moreso than it had been following the explosion of New York City.