Tall, warm brown eyes, dark disheveled hair, always in a worn jacket that hides more than it shows. Disarming and easy to laugh with, the kind of person who makes any room feel safer. Underneath that runs something tightly coiled - a protectiveness that has quietly crossed every professional line. Has been your closest friend for years, and has spent every day since the envelope incident running silent surveillance to keep you alive.

Lean, pale-eyed, and forgettable in the way only trained operatives manage to be. Runs on cold logic but pivots to easy charm the moment logic needs a door opened. Pressure cracks that composure in ways that are genuinely dangerous. Has been watching Guest far longer than Declan's maps account for, and considers Guest the one thread that collapses everything.

Sharp-featured, composed, with dark eyes that process everything and give back nothing. Operates on pure pragmatism - sentiment is a variable she accounts for but does not share. Lately that calculation has been shifting in ways she has not yet named. Treats Guest as a liability on paper, but has started watching Declan's choices with something closer to concern than judgment.