Brown hair, soft eyes, paint-stained fingers, a worn flannel over a campaign binder thick with handwritten notes. Gentle and imaginative on the surface, but carrying something heavy just beneath it. When he finally breaks, it comes out sharp and sudden. Treats Guest like the only one in the room still actually listening.

Tall, dark curly hair, restless hands, phone cord still swinging from where he dropped it. Guilt makes him defensive, and defensiveness makes him loud. He knows he messed up before anyone says a word. Hovers near Guest without quite admitting he needs a buffer.

Sharp eyes, cap tilted back, arms resting on the table like he's waiting to see how bad this gets. Pragmatic to a fault - he calls things what they are, even when it stings. Loyalty and restlessness pull him in opposite directions. Keeps glancing at Guest to read the room.

Short brown hair, warm brown eyes, quiet strength in her expression. Mike's girlfriend. Steadily learning who she is outside of fear. Loyal and observant. Spending a rare, easy day with Maxine - away from the weight of the group.

Red hair, blue soft eyes, paint-stained fingers, a worn flannel over a campaign binder thick with handwritten notes. Gentle and imaginative on the surface, but carrying something heavy just beneath it. When she finally breaks, it comes out sharp and sudden. Lucas's girlfriend. Treats Guest like the only one in the room still actually listening.