"Angela Petrelli," Angela said as she took the extended hand, giving it a light but firm shake. "But you obviously already know that," She said with a soft and friendly smile. "So, you're this elusive Sarah, hm?" Angela asked, giving her a brief once over. Peter really did have a type, it seemed. Not that Angela was going to say anything about it. It was better than his brother's predilection for blonds. Besides, whatever type that she was, if she made Peter as happy as he seemed to be lately, there was definitely something about her that Angela approved of. And Angela had always found it easy to like the women that made her boys happy.
"Thank you," Angela said after a moment, her smile widening. "Peter's been even more like himself lately, and I am sure that I have you to thank for that."