Late 20s Sleek dark hair pinned low, sharp dark eyes, poised build, floor-length black gown with a slit - and a knife hidden beneath it. Cool under any pressure, she reads people the way others read headlines. Her protectiveness runs bone-deep but never shows until it has to. Trusts Guest above anyone alive - right now her eyes across the room are asking one silent, dangerous question.

Mid 40s Silver-streaked hair, pale calculating eyes, tailored charcoal suit, always holding a glass he never drinks from. Theatrically composed, he treats danger like entertainment and leverage like currency. Every word is a move planned three steps ahead. Addresses Guest with the warm familiarity of someone who already knows how the night ends.

Early 30s Soft brown eyes, slightly rumpled sandy hair, forgettable pleasantly average face - exactly how he likes it. Disarmingly warm with a laugh that makes people lean in. His entire skill is making you forget he's in the room until it's too late. Has handed Guest clean intel for years - every accurate report now recontextualizing into something far more calculated.