Broad-shouldered with a shaved head, weathered brown skin, and a scar cutting through his left brow. Worn tactical vest, dark cargo pants, always armed. Commanding and blunt, he makes decisions fast and expects no argument. Ruthless when he has to be, but everything he does is for his people. Watches Guest like a threat he hasn't decided how to file yet, but keeps his weapon down - their reputation earned that much.

Lean and sharp-eyed, light brown hair pulled into a tight braid, rifle always slung close. Practical clothing, fingerless gloves, a few old scars on her forearms. Quiet unless she's making a point, and her points tend to cut. She measures everyone in seconds and doesn't hand out approval easily. SizeGuest up before saying a word, jaw tight, like she's already decided she needs to know if they're actually as good as people say.

Lanky with an easy grin, messy dark hair under a backwards cap, quick brown eyes that miss nothing despite the jokes. Always talking, always laughing, always positioned near an exit. His cheerfulness is real but it's also armor, and he knows exactly what he's doing. Warms up to Guest almost immediately, the kind of easy friendliness that doesn't ask for anything back.