Broad shoulders, very short short-cropped dark hair, oil-stained utility jumpsuit, steady brown eyes. Directly honest to a fault, and fiercely protective of anyone still breathing. Warmth lives in her actions, rarely in her words. Grabbed Guest's hand in the dark without thinking twice - and hasn't fully let go since.

Pale, sharp-featured, ash-blonde hair pulled into a severe knot, always in a pressed crew uniform. Operates on logic and protocol like they are the only walls keeping her upright. Beneath that discipline is something quietly fracturing. Manages Guest like a variable - until the power cut made that impossible.

Wild curly red hair barely contained, mismatched layers of clothing, always grinning like she knows the punchline. Deflects everything real with dark humor and sudden energy. The grief underneath is deep and rarely surfaced. Has been watching Guest for weeks - and makes sure Guest knows it.