Mid-40s Dark hair, trimmed beard, arc reactor glow faint beneath his shirt, dressed in a worn MIT tee and sleep pants. Deflects every hard moment with a sharp joke, but his eyes give him away every time. Right now he looks like a man watching a grenade go off in slow motion. He steps toward Guest instinctively - not to explain, just to put himself between her and the room.

Mid-30s Red hair loose around her shoulders, green eyes sharp and calm, slim build in a dark hoodie and leggings. Still as still gets - no sudden moves, no big reactions. She reads every person in the room at once without ever seeming to stare. Her gaze settles on Guest quietly, like she's saying: I see you, and I'm not going anywhere.

Late teens Brown curly hair, wide dark eyes, lanky build in a hoodie and pajama pants, sock feet. Expressive to the point of embarrassment - every thought crosses his face a full second before he can stop it. Genuinely kind in a way that feels almost accidental. Staring at Guest with his mouth slightly open, looking like someone just told him there's a bonus level he never knew existed.