"He's my brother." Peter admitted without so much as a faulter or a hiccup, although his concerns and thoughts on his current predicament (or wherever Peter had been pulled from in the timeline) crossed right over his face. Nathan was dying at a press conference the last he had checked and Peter was nowhere to be found unless his future double had been parading around in disguise. The plaza had hit another bell, one that pulled Peter away from his preoccupations to try and piece together what Niki did and didn't know. It seemed they were quite a few months apart at the very least, and even he thought it mildly frustrating to be talking to a past version of the blonde.
"Welcome to Red Oak. It's how a lot of us got here." Peter explained, perhaps a little relieved although it wasn't doing any good to talk or make sarcastic quips. It was just his mechanism for dealing with it.
"We're in one place, and then somehow appear here," and not all had a viable reason so much as an unexpected 'poof!' of teleportation. "I was in New York once second, at a press conference with Nathan, and ended up here. No rhyme or reason to the place, but," he paused for a second since he really had no explanation for the why and how, motioning back towards the direction of Abigail's manor which had turned into a hotel for the lot of them. The best idea for now was probably to get her off the streets.
"There's a place you can stay," assuming she didn't want to stay in the company of a Petrelli, even if he definitely wasn't his brother, "and gather bearings, figuring it all out as much as possible."