NIGHT 54: M21-30 HALLWAY

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It took her a moment when she turned down the men's hallway to skim the area with her flashlight. This was the part where she got confused, the muscle memory not really carrying her the whole way. He'd given her directions once, but that felt like a lifetime ago now that she actually needed to put them into practice without Bella attached to her hip. Being alone made it harder, for some reason. She hoped Bella was having more luck than she was at getting to … wherever.

On her left, the single door of the bathroom that she suspected was the same as the women's facilities, and on her right four hallways. Peter's was … she scrutinized. Second in from the door? It sounded about right. If her room was F34 and it was the closest to the door, 24 should be one row further in. So, she hung a right and headed down the hallway.

Her flashlight beam checked the numbers on the doors as she headed down. 30 … 29 … the numbers were counting downwards, which was a good sign that this was the right hallway to get her to M24.

[ bumping into sylar peter ]

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Peter Petrelli. She committed the name to memory, making a prompt mental note to talk to him. Even if it wasn't for an interrogation or information, as Sam seemed to think he wouldn't have much, getting an idea of how trustworthy the guy was sounded like a good plan. And to figure out how much he knew about what was going on with Sam. The more people who knew, the harder it was to control the outcome and where he was heading.

"Relax, wouldja? No single, swinging light in an interrogation room, I just wanna meet the guy." She gave an innocuous enough shrug in combination with the dismissal. "If you want me to keep my distance, I will, but you can't blame me for wanting to get in touch with him if we're all playin' on the same team. Believe it or not, I've got a truckload more knowledge about this stuff than you do, and if he's really not Yellow-Eyes material, then maybe I can figure out what exactly has him juiced."

Not the kind of information cozy roommates would be swapping. Nothing to do with Landel at all, just identifying Peter and categorizing him. Threat. Non-threat. Ally, even. Sam seemed to put a good deal of faith in him by the sound of it, which made him either a promising ally or a dangerous potential enemy. Depending on who he was getting information from aside from Sammy.

Everything about the computer was filed away for later, too. She was the furthest thing from a computer whiz, she didn't need the crap and it was more or less after her time. But, that didn't mean there wasn't hope for her to find someone who could crack it if Sam's second shot at it didn't prove any more effective than the first. It sounded like the best option, regardless, and she had to give him props for not sticking it in the journal. The monster, he could dismiss writing about if the nurses got nosy. But chances were they'd move their supercomputer if they knew Sammy Winchester had found it.

"The computer waits," she confirmed. "I'll ask around and see what I can dig up about it or somebody who can get into it. Couple dozen patients here, we oughtta be able to find somebody who can crack it." Of course, she didn't really have the perspective to consider how hard that could really be, particularly with zero resources. It wasn't her fault that technology happened to be a less than stellar area for her to perform in. That was all on Tammi.

"We didn't exactly get the chance to finish with the attack plan yesterday." The fact that he was the one who changed the topic validated her a little in diving into it. Clearly he was interested in what she had to say, even if he wasn't directly saying so. The fact that he was listening was enough -- she knew how single-minded Sam could be when he got an idea in his head, and he liked to dissuade other possibilities once he'd picked his route. Which meant she had hope that his route would be through her.