[ Going quiet while Nathan speaks, Peter simply listens, mulling over his cup of coffee as it's giving him the rest of the secrets to the world. It feels as if he's only recently learned the meaning of silence, but he supposes that a year's recent enough when you're nearly thirty. It doesn't matter, though, because he's not blathering away, just trying to fit what little he can together.

It's like having someone mix every puzzle you own together, and then running away with half of the pieces. It just doesn't fit, no matter how much time you waste cramming pieces together hopelessly. Peter's had nowhere near enough time to ruminate yet, but he doesn't know what's next. Where he's supposed to do. And if he's learned anything, he probably shouldn't follow Nathan around simply because it's time to start making his own decisions. But his own decisions led him to Adam -- how many things is he going to screw up before he throws in the towel?

But there were people to mourn and so Nathan found a way to help people mourn. He had to focus on something for the time being, he might as well just go along with it. ]

Yeah, sure.

[ Swirling the last of the coffee around in his mug, Peter stays quiet for a few seconds longer, wondering how many commands from Adam he silently followed. He'll have no connection to this church whatsoever, none-- no connection to anyone here. But he'll go look. Because why not. ] Have you been keeping her in your room? Izzie, I mean. Or... in the gardens. Or did I take her?

[ He nods back towards her, ears perked at the mention of her name. ] Your name's on her collar.