Heather had never been to the Hyperion before, nor had she even really known much about it at all until Peter had given her the address of where he would be when she decided it was a decent time to go and get those damned stitches taken out. If it wasn't for randomly meeting him over the boards, she never would have known he could do the job for her, and she would've had to wait an extra week and then make a special trip to a hospital. No thanks.
When the door buzzed open, Heather pulled it towards her and walked into the lobby, surveying it quickly before approaching the front desk. She'd been about to offer whoever was there a full smile, but when she recognized the girl sitting there as Claire, the same one who Sam had been dating at some point, her expression fell a bit. It was stupid, though, and Heather was determined not to let any of those thoughts or feelings show through. She felt the girl was nice, so it wasn't anything against her personally, but that jealous streak Heather tended to have when it came to Sam just couldn't be helped.
"Hi," she greeted politely enough, still managing a smile. "Um, I guess he told you he was expecting me, but I'm supposed to meet Peter here? To..." She lifted an arm and motioned to the long row of stitches circling around her forearm. "Well, he's gonna do something about these."