"The last available flight out of Los Angeles in a timely enough manner to provide me with a way to slip past security." Heidi replied, compressing her lips and looking out over the airline lobbies. Few souls, and fewer awake. A security guard poked a man stretched out on a row of seats with a newspaper over his face; either to wake up or make sure he was still alive to fly the skies come better business hours.
The pressure on her lips had thinned them, but they quickly regained shape at the Nathan-like gesture. She'd looked at both Claires, hard if not long, and had begun picking out the little bits of Nathan and Petrelli in what they did and where their features were set. Nathan may not have been her Dad, but he was her Father, and there was no hiding that. She had, luckily, escaped inheriting his jaw.
"Peter didn't send me." She confirmed, arching a brow. "And neither did Nathan. They're ignorant, if not blissful, of both of our absences. I came to check up on you of your own free will, because I had five sisters who all ran away their share of times, and more often than not needed someone there at the last minute to help split the cab fare back." Heidi turned her head, looking at Claire fully and properly. "If you really want to go to Odessa, for whatever reason, it's not my place to stop you, or even discourage you. However, it's a long wait for your flight, and you shouldn't spend it alone." She glanced back at the guard, who had moved on from the sleeping (Not dead) man. "Incidentally, if anyone begins casting suspicious glances in our direction, it's because I'm the only person without any physical baggage."