That was actually a tough question, since the conversation had been a while ago. Peter leaned his head back against the courtyard wall as he tried to sift through his memory. "I know it was a friend," he said eventually, "a guy, I think. But I don't remember him giving a name. It sounded like someone he was pretty close to, but that's all I know."

Now he had to wonder if it had mattered more than he'd realized at the time. It was silly to try and grasp onto things now that the man was gone, and yet it was hard not to. He didn't want to forget even more. They hadn't known each other for long, but Peter had still liked Roland. Having someone who'd become a sort of constant be pulled away in such a gruesome way...

Well, it made him hate this place even more, if that was possible.

At that point the intercom went off, and Peter realized that their conversation had probably gone on for long enough. He never would have expected to talk to Heat like this, but at least the man had given him the information he'd needed. It wasn't good news, really, but it gave him some peace of mind. Pushing off of the ground, Peter stood and dusted himself off. "Thanks for answering my questions," he said. He considered offering a hand up, but he doubted the redhead would take it.