Peter couldn't say that his appetite was doing all that well after he'd watched someone cough up a lump of hair, and so his stomach was in uncomfortable knots as he walked back into the cafeteria. The fish and chips smelled good, of course, but even when he got a glimpse of the steaming plates of food that people were carrying, he didn't feel compelled to get his own share.

Besides, he was still trying to imagine the ghost that Kira had described. He knew it would be smarter to not think about it at all, but it was hard to get the image out of his head -- and he hadn't even seen her.

There was one other thing he had to think about, though, and that was the "conversation" he'd had about visitors over the bulletin board. Well, it had turned into a conversation that was more about Sylar than anything, but that was obviously still important. Anyone who was curious about Sylar should know about him, and while Peter was sure that this was going to come back and bite him eventually, he didn't mind so long as it was him that took the brunt of it.

After some searching, Peter's eyes settled on a man whose description fit the one he'd been given earlier. As it turned out, the man was sitting with someone Peter sort of knew: Soujirou, who he'd spoken with in the showers once. Peter wasn't sure if he should interrupt at first, but the man had seemed pretty intent on getting the information from him. He could always try to make it fast and then leave the two to their own conversation.

Hopefully this was the right guy. Peter hesitated for a few more seconds before he approached the pair, and once he reached the table he gave Soujirou a nod before glancing at the stranger. "I think we talked?" he started. "Over the bulletin."