03.27: Ayala

“Benny, is fine,” Summerfield said retrieving a bottle of water from a mini-fridge. She cracked the seal on the cap and handed it to Ayala before taking a seat herself.
“Don’t worry about Ms Frost, frost by name frosty by nature. She is like that with everyone. But the important person here is you Ayala.” She tapped a finger on the screen of the now blank tablet, the nail was short and maybe a little dirty. “I have read what information they have on you, but that is not you… Tell me about yourself Ayala.”