"It's, uh..." That sounded a lot stupider than Peter thought himself, momentarily spacing on the fact that she didn't know who he was. Peter remembered. He had gotten over his amnesiac spell at the hands of the Haitian thanks to Adam Monroe, which begged to question if Niki had met that same fate at some point although even he couldn't be too sure, but it may have very well been the transplant had completely screwed everything up. That or this Niki wasn't exactly from the same year he had as Faith had mentioned transplants through time as well as space. There were way too many possibilities to try narrowing it down.
"Peter Petrelli." He said, figuring that, at the very least, the last name would ring a bell. Nathan, after all, had been quite prolific in running around with the blonde at one point, so maybe that association would be made. Keeping his distance enough as to make sure she wasn't going to snap his arm in half or something equally brutal (which he would come back from, sure, but that didn't mean it wasn't a painful experience to go against someone with super strength), Peter kept his eyes on her as if searching for that sign of reconition.
"Kirby Plaza? The explosion? Sylar? Any of it ringing a bell?" That had been the basis. That had been their first real encounter outside of his brother's lies. Hopefully it would strike a cord. Then again, maybe that hadn't happened yet.