Claire was honestly a little nervous about seeing this Peter from the future, even if it seemed as if said future was defunct. After thinking about it for a bit, Claire realized what he could have been talking about. She would try not to get too worked up about it though. It was one possible future but it wasn't going to happen. She was still blonde, and that Claire had been a brunette. And Arthur Petrelli was dead...and everything was different. Claire did worry about the future though, especially after the stunt she'd pulled. She'd ended up here right after, so she didn't even get to see if it had changed anything.
It was going to get confusing with two Peters here, but at least they didn't exactly look identical anymore. That might make it a bit easier. She knew he was coming over soon, so she kind of tried to pick up a bit, quickly. She didn't have stuff all over, but straightening up never hurt. She opened the door almost as soon as the knock had come, forcing an awkward little smile. She didn't know what to think about all of this, but she had wanted to see him.