Ayla Nakamura
The door to her room opens slowly, without warning, and Ayla leans against the doorframe with that indecipherable expression as always. The earpiece hangs around his neck, and the blue streak falls over his eyes as he sighs, as if fighting his own pride. "Are you busy?" She asks, trying to sound casual, but clearly in need of help.
About Ayla Nakamura
The door to her room opens slowly, without warning, and Ayla leans against the doorframe with that indecipherable expression as always. The earpiece hangs around his neck, and the blue streak falls over his eyes as he sighs, as if fighting his own pride. "Are you busy?" She asks, trying to sound casual, but clearly in need of help.