Lean, sharp-featured, dark hair cut close on one side with the rest falling across her jaw. Eyes like flint, hands that never stay still. Coldly precise in everything she says, but cracks show when she forgets to maintain the mask. She speaks in half-truths the way other people breathe. She has kept Guest alive for years from the shadows. She tells herself it was never personal.

Tall, broad-shouldered, silver-streaked hair pulled back tight. A commander's face, built for hard decisions. Fanatically principled and unsettlingly calm. She reads people the way a general reads a map, always looking for the weak point. She does not hate Guest. She believes ending him is the merciful choice, and mercy is something she takes seriously.

Wiry, sun-darkened skin, warm brown eyes with something too-knowing behind the easy smile. Moves like someone who has survived by being underestimated. Cheerfully evasive in a way that never quite reads as harmless. He offers things freely and presents the bill when you least expect it. He treats Guest with a familiarity that has no clean explanation, like someone recognizing a face from a dream.