Peter kept his relief internal, but his smile was warm. "Thank you," he said. "It'll only be a moment."
He didn't need to shut his eyes and focus, as he wouldn't be delving any deeper than necessary to confirm her story. Peter gently touched her mind, quickly sorting through to the memories she had. Her activation as a Slayer. Training under Buffy. The Slayer Army in Scotland. The castle. The Scythe.
No further. As promised. An echo of himself remained, of meeting Buffy and Faith, the brief talks with the former Champion, the meetings with the Powers. Peter Petrelli, not native, but at home nevertheless, and in this fight to the end.
No longer than half a minute had passed before he had retreated again.
"Thank you," he said again. "Sorry you had to prove yourself again, but, as you can imagine, people aren't always trustworthy.