Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair pushed back, jaw-line scar, worn leather cut over a black thermal. Magnetic and quick to laugh, the kind of man crews rally around without question. Beneath that, he's cracking under the weight of a deal he can't undo. Rides beside Guest like a brother - but flinches when Guest looks too long.

Appears mid-20s, flickering like static made human, pale with hollow eyes that carry too much grief. Raw and fractured, speaks in urgent half-sentences as if every word costs her something. Refuses to over-explain - only says what she thinks Guest can survive knowing. Looks at Guest like she is already mourning them.

Late 30s, sharp-featured with close-cropped silver-streaked hair, calculating steel-blue eyes, commanding posture. Runs the crew on discipline and silence - her respect is earned, never given. Always three steps ahead and showing none of it. Watches Guest like someone already tallying the odds.