Peter knew she wanted information, that much was easy to tell. But this was Claire, his niece, who he hadn't even seen for over a year. It wasn't exactly easy to start listing off all the things that had gone on, gone wrong since the last time he'd seen her.

But he had to start somewhere, and it wasn't going to be with what he had for dinner last night; he just had to start slow. As slow as talking about how you died multiple times could go. "First time I was murdered walking home from work -- happens around Valentine's Day around here, there's a killer that gets active. But uh, got the pipe pulled out of my head and I came back. Growing back my heart wasn't that much fun, though."

Clearing his throat, it was this one that would lead to more conversations, Peter knew. But he couldn't avoid it either, so he simply had to lay it all out. "Second time I got kidnapped, ended up being interrogated by some guy. Think he was using some black market void handcuffs so I couldn't use my abilities. Ended up killing me because I wouldn't tell him what he wanted to know." Peter ruffles up his hair, staring at the sidewalk passing under their feet. "Woke up in the middle of a motorcycle wreck that he'd planted. He was gone, handcuffs were gone.. haven't seen him since."