[ There's a fair bit of commotion coming from the bathroom, enough to command Yi Sang's attention. He glances in its direction with the hint of a concerned expression. ]

Are you quite all right there, Sinclair?

[ When the one adult in the room is taken hostage, another adult needs to take over. Yi Sang rises from his seat and wanders over to the bathroom, unknowing that this must paint a target on his back, the sort that only introverts are capable of acquiring.

He peers in and it... looks a bit like the extroverts are trying to wrangle an angry cat into taking a bath.

Concern.

Even more concern as Hong Lu opens his mouth and the smell of rubbing alcohol pierces through the air. There's more than just a "little lick" of the liquid doused all over the cotton ball. ]

Ah... hh, let us -- let us not be rash. [ He is. Eyeing the soaked cotton ball. ] ...is this not far from the small sample that was agreed upon?