Oh. So she had been there. Evidently, he'd been more distracted with Dean than he'd thought. Go figure.
Well, that was good, though. He was glad she'd been there to see for herself. There was less to explain and maybe she'd caught something he missed—of course, that was assuming she was even interested in discussing it, which she apparently wasn't. Not the biggest surprise, he guessed. She'd always pushed the angle on his abilities. He'd never been certain of how right she was, but at the same time, there hadn't been that many options when they'd been dealing with Lilith and she was right in that there were even fewer options here, dealing with the institute and Dean.
So he didn't argue.
"His name's Peter Petrelli," he replied, tackling the easy topic first. "He's pretty nondescript, about my age, dark hair, about half a foot shorter. I can point him to you tomorrow, but if you're only gonna ask him what he knows, don't bother. We've been exchanging information. He doesn't know anymore than I do."
And Ruby might've found it necessary to question whether Peter did, in fact, not know anymore than Sam did, but Sam honestly didn't. It felt weird to say this about anyone other than Dean, but trusted his roommate. Peter had been open with him from the start, and he'd kept a lot of what Sam had told him private. If anything came up, he knew Peter would tell him. Plus, he had to admit he was kinda hesitant about the idea of Ruby talking to Peter, though he knew Rub wouldn't do anything, of course. Why would she? And she'd been plenty helpful with witnesses in the past—in a way, more so than Dean, if only because the guys tended to be much more willing to talk to pretty girl. Still.
Anyways. He wasn't so hesitant that he didn't get where she was coming from.
As for the project. "There's a computer upstairs. The first time I tried hacking into it, it wouldn't crack, but..." He shrugged. "I can always give it another go. Otherwise, I've looked at the offices, the staff library, those have all come up empty, and anyone who's been to the file rooms has only found falsified documents on themselves."
The computer might be their best bet, in truth, 'cause he couldn't see something as big as this project lying around in rooms just anyone could get into. He hadn't had a lot of time to work on the computer the last time he'd been up there with Dean—though yeah, he had a feeling that if it could be broken into, it would've been so by now. But it was something to do, right? There was no point in not giving it a shot.
Anyway, all of this crap wasn't what Ruby was interested in, Sam knew that. He shifted against the closet door.
"I take it you want to leave all that for later, though. Whatever you have in mind about my abilities, go ahead. I'm listening."
He could guess—it wasn't hard to predict—but there was no point in jumping to assumptions. He might as well let her say it.
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Well, that was good, though. He was glad she'd been there to see for herself. There was less to explain and maybe she'd caught something he missed—of course, that was assuming she was even interested in discussing it, which she apparently wasn't. Not the biggest surprise, he guessed. She'd always pushed the angle on his abilities. He'd never been certain of how right she was, but at the same time, there hadn't been that many options when they'd been dealing with Lilith and she was right in that there were even fewer options here, dealing with the institute and Dean.
So he didn't argue.
"His name's Peter Petrelli," he replied, tackling the easy topic first. "He's pretty nondescript, about my age, dark hair, about half a foot shorter. I can point him to you tomorrow, but if you're only gonna ask him what he knows, don't bother. We've been exchanging information. He doesn't know anymore than I do."
And Ruby might've found it necessary to question whether Peter did, in fact, not know anymore than Sam did, but Sam honestly didn't. It felt weird to say this about anyone other than Dean, but trusted his roommate. Peter had been open with him from the start, and he'd kept a lot of what Sam had told him private. If anything came up, he knew Peter would tell him. Plus, he had to admit he was kinda hesitant about the idea of Ruby talking to Peter, though he knew Rub wouldn't do anything, of course. Why would she? And she'd been plenty helpful with witnesses in the past—in a way, more so than Dean, if only because the guys tended to be much more willing to talk to pretty girl. Still.
Anyways. He wasn't so hesitant that he didn't get where she was coming from.
As for the project. "There's a computer upstairs. The first time I tried hacking into it, it wouldn't crack, but..." He shrugged. "I can always give it another go. Otherwise, I've looked at the offices, the staff library, those have all come up empty, and anyone who's been to the file rooms has only found falsified documents on themselves."
The computer might be their best bet, in truth, 'cause he couldn't see something as big as this project lying around in rooms just anyone could get into. He hadn't had a lot of time to work on the computer the last time he'd been up there with Dean—though yeah, he had a feeling that if it could be broken into, it would've been so by now. But it was something to do, right? There was no point in not giving it a shot.
Anyway, all of this crap wasn't what Ruby was interested in, Sam knew that. He shifted against the closet door.
"I take it you want to leave all that for later, though. Whatever you have in mind about my abilities, go ahead. I'm listening."
He could guess—it wasn't hard to predict—but there was no point in jumping to assumptions. He might as well let her say it.