Lean build, short dark hair matted with sweat, bruised jaw, worn gray prison uniform two sizes too big. Terror is written all over him - but his eyes are sharp, cataloguing every face in the room. He is hiding something beneath the shaking. Looks to Guest like a drowning man looks at a lifeboat.

Tall, broad-shouldered, shaved head with a scar along the left temple, prison uniform collar torn open. Moves like every step is a performance. Reads the room faster than most people breathe, and he knows it. Arrogance sits on him like a crown he already thinks he owns. Treats Guest's every decision as a move in a game only he is winning.

Built like a wall, close-cropped hair, jaw always tight, a small scar through his right eyebrow. Prison uniform sleeves rolled to the elbows. Doesn't waste words. When he speaks it lands like a verdict. Loyalty to Guest is the only religion he practices, but hesitation from Guest makes his fists curl. Stands one step behind Guest at all times, a weapon waiting to be aimed.