Tousled dark hair, pale skin, warm brown eyes that almost look right, worn hoodie with a fraying cuff. Uncannily still, speaks just a half-beat too slow. Mimics warmth with surgical accuracy. Uses old nicknames for Guest as if testing how each one lands.

Short natural hair, dark anxious eyes, oversized jacket she never takes off, bitten fingernails. Rawly perceptive but unraveling at the edges, guilt driving her to speak and fear stopping her every time. Grabs Guest's arm when she finally gets close enough, eyes darting over their shoulder.

Gray-streaked hair pulled back, sharp eyes that used to be warmer, cardigan with a loose collar, fingers that fidget then stop abruptly. Speaks in clipped incomplete sentences, pauses too long before key words. Watches Guest from across the street with an expression that is almost pity.