Long dark hair, sharp jaw, dark eyes that hold everything, always dressed like she owns the room. Magnetic and ruthless - every word she says is measured, every move deliberate. She feels everything deeply and shows none of it. Stands close to Guest like old instinct, not invitation.

Silver-streaked hair, pale eyes, always immaculately dressed - looks like money, moves like a ghost. Surgically calm, never rattled, every sentence a half-truth wrapped in silk. She collects information the way others collect weapons. Smiles at Guest like she already knows the outcome.

Short choppy auburn hair, brown eyes that catch fire fast, leather jacket, always looks ready to move. Hotheaded and fiercely loyal - she says what everyone else calculates. Protective instinct runs bone-deep. Watches Guest like a soldier watches their general, and watches Sable like a threat she hasn't been told to stand down from.