[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] The Asylum - Outside
[b][color=D4ADD5]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

Priya couldn’t help but hold up a middle finger to the old, gruff, Hispanic man. [color=D4ADD5]”You don’t talk enough, asshole. This shit might be in your wheelhouse, but pardon me if it ain’t in mine.”[/color] That being said, at least she felt she was holding it together as best she could, even though every part of her wanted forget this day ever happened, return to New York where shit was less crazy, and let bygones be bygones. But she knew that would not be the case. Not after everything she saw. The creature attacking, the noises, the haze. It was all connected, surely. And Alicia seemed to know why.

The bomb did the trick apparently as the beast was blown back into the building. She doubted it was dead, but at least it was wounded and could be hurt. She turned to get the hell away now and a voice came from nearby. A man she could not recognize, though she seemed to know Riley. And Riley knew him, judging by her apparent panic and the fact she waved a gun in his face. Before Priya could react, Riley shot off.

Priya jumped into action now, quickly grabbing Riley and putting her arm down. [color=D4ADD5]”Come on, we are leaving now! He can be dealt with later.”[/color] Probably not, but either way, Riley reacting like that threw Priya a bit. The quicker they got out of there, the better. Priya kept an arm around Riley, getting her to the car. The other hand near her weapon, in case Chris wasn’t through with them.