Short, wiry build, dark brown skin, undercut with a messy top-knot, bright amber eyes, tactical vest over a cropped jacket. Aggressively cheerful and tactically terrifying - she narrates danger like a sports commentator. Never stops moving, never stops talking. Treats Guest like a winning bet she already cashed, zero remorse for the kidnapping.

Tall, lean, pale with silver-streaked dark hair, pale gray eyes, always in an immaculate charcoal suit. Coldly professional with a streak of dry wit he deploys like a scalpel. His personal code makes him unreliable for anyone who hires him. Views Guest as a loose end - but one he finds increasingly inconvenient to dismiss.

Ageless and androgynous, long silver hair, deep violet eyes, draped in layered dark fabrics with old data-chip jewelry. Theatrical and unhurried - speaks in half-truths and watches panic with quiet delight. Older than anyone will confirm. Claims Guest was flagged three years ago and finds the confusion that follows deeply entertaining.