Would they actually give him some medication? Peter hadn't considered that, even though it made sense. They were kept on pretty short leashes, after all, and the nurses didn't seem to respond to much of anything, instead just herding them from place to place. Though this trip at least showed that they were allowed some freedom, even though he got the feeling that it was just a larger cage they were being put in.

"I'll try that, thanks. And... it turned out all right, I guess. I can't believe that he's even here, but I was able to stop him from hurting anyone too badly." Claire had been forced to deal with the trauma of dying, but Peter knew that she was strong enough to handle that sort of thing. He still wanted to find her today, though, since there was a good chance Sylar would be looking out for both of them.

At least Sylar had been helpful in one way: now Peter knew that Claire's blood (and his blood, when he had his abilities) had the power to heal others. It wouldn't do them much good here, but it was still valuable information.

It was around that point that the buses stopped, and Peter glanced around as the other patients started to get out of their seats. "Well, it was nice talking to you," he said to Roland with a half smile. With that, he stood up and started toward the front of the bus.