CLAIRE! The thought was immediate. The arrival was delayed several seconds, with the time it took for Peter to lock onto her signal, now clear, which had technically been done before even receiving her call, but more for the time it took for Noah Bennet to grasp the empath by his jacket collar, and ask if he wanted to waste time by losing an argument, or just bring him along.
It was after teleporting and holding Claire in his arms (there was no transition between one and the other that had any purpose or reasoning beyond the shifting of cells from here to there) that the next signals were sent out.
They're back, he sent, those thoughts going to Dean, to John, and to Nathan. Claire and Mary, we're here, outside your house, and they're safe.
"What happened?" he asked, his voice soft, gentle. He couldn't explain how he knew, but this was the tone he needed to use. "Claire, what..." And then he fell silent, and gently tugged her further into his embrace.
Noah, seeing Claire and Peter, and so knowing his daughter was not only well, but heing helped however she needed, turned to Mary. He couldn't see any physical marks, save a bruise on her forehead, but he shifted to stand beside her anyway, raising an arm to support her. "Noah Bennet, ma'am. I'm Claire's dad."