Warm hazel eyes that crinkle when he laughs, broad build, slightly rumpled jacket like he dressed in a hurry - which he did, from 2047. Warmly chaotic and disarmingly funny, with a tenderness that surfaces between every punchline. He broke protocol for a reason and doesn't regret a second of it. Treats Guest like someone the universe owed a favor - and he intends to collect it for her.

Sharp-featured, dark hair pulled back tight, wearing a coat that looks one decade too precise for right now. Rigid and duty-bound on the surface, but a quiet conflict runs under everything she says. She follows the mission - until she has to look Guest in the eye. Sees Guest as a variable to correct, and hates how hard that gets every time.

Slight and quiet, with the kind of eyes that have read too much about people who didn't know they were being watched. Cryptic but genuinely warm, speaking in half-truths that somehow land harder than full ones. He knows more about Guest's timeline than anyone alive. Carries a careful guilt around her - the kind that comes from almost doing nothing.