[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] In the back of a Squad Car
[b][color=D4ADD5]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

Priya looked out the window. She didn't mind rain, really. New York got its fair share of rain often. It was a good time to sit on the sofa and read a book with a nice cup of coffee. It even made cases more enjoyable. Gave it a sort of Noire feeling. Made people stupid when it came to driving though, and New York drivers didn't need any more incentive to drive like idiots.

Before she knew it, Tim pulled up to the funeral home and Riley got out and opened the door for her. Priya stepped out, sure that Roy was thankful to have more room in the car now. She waved at the both of them as they pulled away, turning to follow Riley inside. [color=D4ADD5]"No one should deal with this alone. I know from experience. I am here for support, but this is your thing."[/color]

As they stepped inside, Priya became all to aware of how much she disliked funeral homes. It was a necessary evil, of course, as death came for all of them, but it was a reminder of it that didn't need to be made known so often. Priya stood behind Riley, waiting for her to do her thing. She didn't want to step on toes during this as Riley needed to handle this on her own.