Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark cropped hair, weathered jaw, worn flannel over a plain tee, work boots. Speaks only when something needs saying. Moves with the calm of someone who has already lived through the worst version of a situation. Keeps a careful distance from Guest - but doesn't look away when it counts.

60s, silver hair pinned back loose, sharp eyes that miss nothing, apron over flannel, hands that look like they've worked every day of her life. Blunt to the point of rudeness with strangers, but her hands are already moving to help before her mouth stops arguing. Looked at Guest once and made a decision she hasn't explained to anyone, including herself.

40s, lean and unremarkable by design, close-cut grey-brown hair, pale eyes that stay flat even when he's thinking hard. Methodical and emotionless in execution - except lately, something behind those eyes is starting to shift. Was sent to find Guest and report back. What he does with what he knows is becoming less certain by the mile.