[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=D4ADD5]Priya Khurana[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/liLU3XDvjxfOw/source.gif[/img][hr][b] [color=D4ADD5]Location:[/color][/b] Safehouse
[b][color=D4ADD5]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

Priya figured Roy would be fine. He just assumed that he would be able to handle the spiciness. It was a lesson he learned all too quickly. Before Priya could joke around some more with him, Roy helped himself to more wings, as if he had to prove himself to them. It was really quite funny to see him freak out a second time, but she grew concerned. 

Roy ran to the fridge and got some milk out. Good, that would help. [color=D4ADD5]"You doing ok now Roy?"[/color] As she asked this, Roy was most certainly NOT ok as he ran and slammed the door of the bathroom shut. Priya could smell it before she realized it. It was like a TV comedy, but this wasn't funny.

Ok, it was [i]kind of[/i] funny, but she wanted to make sure Roy was ok. Priya stood up and walked over to the bathroom, giving the door a solid few knocks. [color=D4ADD5]"Roy, you ok in there? You need me to bring you...anything that could help?"[/color] Priya wasn't about to put herself in the way of whatever would be happening in there, but if she could slip him a magazine maybe or get some toilet paper from upstairs, she'd happily do so.