It looked like he had picked out the right person, seeing how the man was immediately willing to hear him out, or at least have his company. Peter gave a small smile despite all the concerns running through his head about Sylar and took the seat, nodding thankfully to the older man.

"Hey, Roland. I'm Peter. And yeah, I made it through, but I'm still not all that sure what happened..." He pulled a hand up to his head, hoping that it would stop aching soon. It felt like it had been strained and pushed in ways that it shouldn't have, and he got the feeling that had something to do with the way he had resisted "orders" last night.

Still, it was all so fuzzy that it was hard to piece everything together. He'd have to hope that some of the other patients would help him out with that, though he imagined it would be harder to approach anyone he had dealt with directly. This was a good start. "So, it sounds like you're used to all this," he remarked.