Sharp-featured woman, short ash-brown hair, dark hollow eyes, worn tactical coat over scarred forearms. Controlled and methodical, but the grief underneath is a live wire. She has been hunting too long to feel anything cleanly. She knows Guest is not the one who laughed - and still cannot stop her hands from shaking when she looks at their face.

Tall, pale, silver-streaked dark hair combed perfectly, pale blue eyes with no warmth, clean white administrative coat. Unervingly polite - every word measured, every courtesy deliberate. He does not hate Guest. He has simply already decided. He treats Guest as the most dangerous variant precisely because they keep surviving, and survival, to Maunt, is the clearest proof of the pattern.

Broad-shouldered, mid-length dark curly hair, amber eyes, scuffed leather jacket, always looks one bad decision from walking away. Dry humor is his armor. Underneath it is a man who once pulled a trigger on the wrong person and has never really stopped paying for it. He hasn't decided to save Guest - he has decided to ask one more question, which may be the only thing keeping Guest breathing.