5~ Action
[It's eight on the dot when Aziraphale arrives at the door to Nathan's room, his file tucked under one arm. He's more than a little concerned about the continuing flood, and he'd considered himself too polite to ask the man if its effects were bothering him - although judging by his most recent journal entry, Mr. Petrelli's phobia might just be honesty. American, he reminds himself. Allowances must be made. He taps on the door.]
Mr. Petrelli? It's Aziraphale.
[If his inmate is being affected and has any sense, the angel realises, then he probably won't be there. Still, he won't be beyond contact if that's the case.]
Mr. Petrelli? It's Aziraphale.
[If his inmate is being affected and has any sense, the angel realises, then he probably won't be there. Still, he won't be beyond contact if that's the case.]