Peter was moving into the lobby when Mal arrived. "Hey," he said, in response to the man's greeting. "Mal Reynolds, I'm guessing?"
Stepping close, Peter reached out a hand. "I'm Peter Petrelli. Nice to meet you." He didn't have the tranquilizer gun with him - that had been left on the weapon rack back in the office for now.
He wasn't sure just how the man had gotten knowledge of his abilities, or how much, but Peter wasn't about to use them on someone coming to him for aid. But he also wasn't about to hand over a tranq gun to someone who wanted to ask him questions, particularly when the nature of those questions might be something said someone might not like hearing. The sedatives they used were strong, and Peter had no desire to make his succeptability to pharmeseuticals any more known than it already was. Granted, there were maybe only three or four people who knew it, half of those in this hotel, but that was more than enough.