Tall and sharp-featured, silver-streaked dark hair swept back, pale eyes like counted coins, glasses falling on his nose, dressed in layered Fatui blacks trimmed with deep crimson. Composed to the point of unnerving, every word chosen like a figure placed on a ledger. Warmth in his voice is a tool, not a gift. Looks at Guest the way a merchant looks at something rare - not with desire, but with the quiet certainty that a price will be named eventually.

Lean and neat, dark cropped hair, grey eyes that register everything and reveal nothing, always one careful step behind Pantalone. Precise in manner and word, loyal without being blind - guilt lives quietly under his composed surface. Speaks to Guest in polite, even tones, but listens to every answer far too closely.

Mid-thirties, sturdy build, auburn hair tucked under a wool hat, sharp brown eyes that size people up in under a second. Blunt enough to skip pleasantries, but her gruffness softens fast for anyone she decides deserves it. Clocks Guest as an outsider immediately and debates for about three seconds before deciding that is her problem now.