"There'll be something for you, I'm sure," he replied, not all that sure himself what to suggest since, as far as he knew, Niki Sanders had been someone who was having an affair with Nathan; the other woman, the blonde in Vegas who had been guised as a consultant to Peter's ails, but those were all lies his brother had to answer to. Not her, and as far as Peter was concerned, he wouldn't bring it up nor would he ruin her chances at something else in Red Oak. It was nearly getting a clean slate and the only people who knew a person before weren't exactly from the same space in time. That had to help, right?
"Can't say I want to stay here either," not in the long run, "but in the interim, it isn't that bad." Not when money was an issue, as well as the odd happenings and mish-mashed individuals from not only different places, but different times and even different planets as far as he could tell from browsing the community in his off time. It was a lot to take in, but at least a few things, like a place to stay, were just as easy to come by.
Pulling the truck up to the manor, he finally killed the engine and stepped out, reaching for the keys although there definitely weren't any to be had. It was force of habit and Peter couldn't say he spent every day heisting cars. "Here we are," he said, nodding over to the building as he started for the door once Niki was well on her own feet, "Abigail Winters Manor."