Quicklog: Nora/Erik
[Erik knew how to hide, and for him it was to hide in plain sight. New York City, even in the outer boroughs, was an easy place to blend in. With Peter's help he was able to secure a better place than he would ordinarily go for; he was not a man to decorate or care much about where he was sleeping. The basics were fine by him. But Peter had sticky fingers and a lot of time on his hands, so he filled up the location with couches, chairs, video games, whatever kept him engaged. Erik came and went at his leisure, and every time he returned there was something new for his eyebrows to raise at.
It was an abandoned warehouse first, with the second level converted into a living space with bedrooms, bathrooms, and a kitchen. The bottom was cleared out and he hadn't decided what to do with it yet. A training area or perhaps a meeting space would be good there, when he started recruiting. On the outside it didn't look like much, and that was intentional. He didn't like drawing attention. It wasn't in the worst part of town, but not in the best either, and people knew how to keep their own business on the street.
He was currently outside of the address he sent her to. An imposing man no matter how subtle he tried to be, no one stopped to ask him directions or even gave him a second look. Smart. Erik was all sharp edges and weighty competence, smoking a cigarette outside now that he got a taste for it at the restaurant. He indulged in a few things he hadn't bothered with for years there.]