Short dark hair, steady brown eyes, plain hero course uniform kept neat. Quiet and observant, the kind of person who notices everything but says little. Guilt sits heavy on him right now. Watching Guest carefully from the closest desk, jaw tight, trying to figure out how to help without blowing this open.

Messy light brown hair, restless gray eyes, uniform collar slightly undone. Impulsive and loud on a good day - today he is neither. He did not think the pills were real and now he cannot stop thinking about it. Keeps stealing guilty glances at Guest, panic climbing the longer the silence holds.

Sharp-cut dark hair, keen amber eyes, arms usually crossed. Blunt to the point of cutting and allergic to explanations she was not given. She does not miss much, and she does not drop what she picks up. Has not looked away from Guest in the last two minutes and is already building a theory.