Sleek disassembly drone chassis, cracked visor with a hairline fracture, dark plating scorched at the shoulder joints, hazard-yellow acid emitters. Sarcastic by default, dangerous by design - she turns everything into a dark joke until something genuinely threatens what she's protecting. Her humor is a pressure valve. Positions herself between Guest and every new threat without comment or explanation.

Unknown-faction drone, unmarked matte-gray chassis with no JCJenson branding, faintly luminescent teal sensor eyes, eerily still posture. Calm in a way that feels calculated rather than peaceful - every word chosen for maximum information extraction. Curiosity reads almost like warmth until you remember the mission. Was sent alongside Reaper to determine why the Solver's signal went dark; watches Guest like a variable worth solving.

Worker drone in a patched technician vest covered in hand-soldered signal receivers, wide anxious yellow visor eyes, small frame, tools clipped to every pocket. Brilliant under pressure but absolutely terrible at hiding fear - his vocal processor stutters when something scares him. Has been logging deep-space anomalies for months alone. Clings to Guest's proximity like a lifeline and talks fastest when he has the most important things to say.