"Yes. Good to meet you.... nice place you have here, Mr. Petrelli." He said, looking around for a possible ambush.
"I've been contacted by a kid, claims to be the son of Niki." He began, crossing his arms and furrowing his brow in concern. His own welfare be damned, kids had to come first. "Niki never mentioned an alive kid... I can't help but feel like I'm a bit over my head here. Is there anything you ought to be tellin' me, Mr. Petrelli?"