The moment Matt was clear on the fact that right, Peter healed, Peter was fine, his attention was again on Kayleigh who had been contemplating at least not shooting them but now felt like it was the only choice she might have.

Since, you know. Clearly Peter was ... she didn't know what to call him but it wasn't good in any way, and she was even more scared at what she'd just witnessed. Because no matter what Peter had said, she knew she'd seen the wounds disappear. His blood was everwhere, his shirt was shredded up, and there were no wounds. There was no vest. He was a freak.

He had to be connected to what was going on. To all the dead people. No one could explain the dead people, and she couldn't explain this.

Matt had his gun on her again since she'd picked up the shotgun and was just about to feed her some suggestions when he heard the steps coming down.

"You don't have to hurt us", he barked at her, verbally to help his own focus. "You don't want to hurt us. We're here to help."

She looked at him for a moment but when he turned his head and there were others - three right now, probably the names in her head, another younger woman, a teenage boy and a harsh looking man who looked a bit older than Matt - when they showed up and stared the two of them down, Matt knew there was a risk that they'd be in trouble anyway.

The older guy had a rifle. The younger two had melee weapons. A knife, a bat. Matt registered this quickly.

He slowly held his hands up in a show of good faith and since he knew the woman behind him wouldn't shoot him in the back, he turned towards them, keeping a line open for Peter just in case. Telepathy and telepathy didn't mix well but they could battle the feedback if it meant safety, if they had to.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm a cop. We just want to help. Kayleigh was going to help us do that."