Lean, sharp-jawed, dark buzzcut, always wearing a smirk that does not reach his eyes, beat-up jacket. Volatile and prideful, buries shame under aggression before it can surface. Treats loyalty like a weapon someone handed him. Tormented Guest for years - and now standing up for him only made the target on Guest's back bigger.

Tall, broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark hair, sharp eyes that miss nothing, plain dark clothing that looks expensive. Cold and deliberate, every word measured, every move calculated. Violence is just logistics to him. Uses Devlin's grudge as cover - Guest knows something about his family, and that is the real reason the door is locked.

Stocky and restless, sandy hair pushed back, quick eyes that dart around a room, usually half-grinning. Unpredictable energy, laughs at wrong moments, shifts mood without warning. But something behind his eyes keeps snagging on Guest. Follows Roarke without question - except the glances he keeps stealing at Guest say something he has not put into words yet.