Rough-cut dark hair, weathered jaw, scarred knuckles, worn tactical jacket layered over patched clothing. Speaks in short, blunt sentences forged by years of surviving what should have broken him. Fiercely protective of anyone new to the bleed, even when he hates himself for caring. Holds Guest at arm's length while quietly putting himself between them and every threat.

Ink-stained fingers, wide distracted eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, layered mismatched archival clothing stuffed with notebooks. Rattles off half-finished theories mid-breath, emotionally armored by obsession. Underneath the data, she is desperate in a way she refuses to name. Circles Guest like they are the most important document she has ever found.