Nathan really hadn't minded the fact he had landed on something when attempting to land on the roof, though the invisible nature of it had made him wonder what exactly was there. Still, it was a show of how far he'd progressed that the entire event only merited a few moments of contemplation before he'd gone into the hotel to other things with a mental note of ask Peter about it later.
The post on the boards had cleared that up and he'd been all too happy to help out. That was why he was now making his way up the stairs to the roof for 'flying lessons'. It had been some time since he'd been in the cockpit of an aircraft, but he knew it would come back to him easily. And he was a quick study, so he didn't see where they would be a problem getting Terry's aircraft where it needed to be after a lesson on its controls.
He stopped, just for a moment, as he moved out onto the roof and looked over the length of the vehicle now uncloaked before him. While X-Men or Star Wars or other 'geekish' pursuits of obsession hadn't been something encouraged in his formative years, there had been one thing that Nathan had been a fan of – a very big fan. Even buried, that streak of geek seemed to be in most of the Petrellis, and his was activated by those things Batman.
Jesus Christ, it's the Batmobile. I'm going to be flying the Batmobile.
This had just shifted from an honest offer to help to a fanboy moment.
However, unlike others who might react with, say, a dance, to a moment of geek glee, Nathan made absolutely no outward show of the fact that there was a bit of geek residing in him.
"Terry, I presume," he said, extending his hand with his usual warmed-several-degrees politician smile. "Nathan Petrelli. Good to meet you."