Lydia glanced up and followed Sylar's glance to Peter, giving him a look and a nod of greeting, unable to quite muster up a smile, but glad that he'd made it and hadn't fucked off somewhere or run away or gotten lost or eaten or...any number of possibilities were running through her head a little hysterically even as she was trying to keep it under control unless they should happen to transmit over to Sylar.

"You didn't have any trouble finding us?"