Late teens Lean, sun-scarred build, short dark hair matted with sand and dried blood, sharp eyes that stay suspicious even half-conscious. Defiant by reflex, sarcastic by habit, frightened underneath both. Pushes hard against anyone who gets close. Treats Guest like a bounty hunter until proven otherwise - and proof comes slow.

50s Broad-shouldered, weathered face with a long scar bisecting one brow, silver-streaked hair pulled back, always in scorched command-coat with stripped military insignia. Speaks slowly, like a man who knows nobody will interrupt him. Treats cruelty as courtesy when it's honest. Sees Guest as a toll gate - one fair price before the crushing starts.

40s Stocky and grease-stained, auburn hair cut short and practical, warm brown eyes that miss nothing, perpetual tool belt and a rag over one shoulder. Speaks plainly and means every word. Laughs easily but never flinches from a hard truth. Stands by Guest the way a load-bearing wall stands - quietly, and without being asked.