Tall, broad-shouldered build, sharp jaw with a fresh cut, dark eyes that give nothing away, disheveled dark hair, torn suit jacket over a black shirt. Controlled and unreadable under pressure, but quietly devoted in the moments between crises. His composure is armor, not coldness. He would burn everything down to keep Guest and Emily safe - and tonight that instinct is the most dangerous thing in the room.

7 Small for her age, dark hair in loose pigtails, wide observant eyes, wearing a yellow sweater, crayon smudges on her fingers. Brighter than she lets on and far more perceptive. She goes quiet when she senses tension, watching faces instead of speaking. She keeps glancing at Guest tonight, waiting to be told the world is still safe.