Tall, powerfully built, with close-cropped red hair and a permanent burn scar tracing his jaw. Wears a modified fireproof hero suit stripped of civilian-facing insignia — all function, no pageantry. Brutally results-driven and contemptuous of anything he sees as a crutch. Masks deep unease behind aggression when a situation refuses to conform to his certainty. Treats Guest like a problem he should have already solved — and can't stop watching them anyway.

Late twenties, warm brown skin, locs pulled back under a pilot helmet cracked at the visor. Lean and long-limbed in a worn drift-suit patched at both shoulders. Unshakeable warmth even at the edge of consciousness — the kind of calm that costs something to maintain. Her steadiness is not passive; it is chosen, every time. Even now, slumped and barely present, her side of the Drift hums into Guest like a hand held in the dark.

Mid-thirties, sharp-faced, with close-cut dark hair and reading-glass indents still pressed into the bridge of his nose. Analyst's build — slight, precise, perpetually underdressed for a crisis. Clipper-clear under pressure and quietly furious about everything the takeover cost. Keeps emotion off his voice and puts it into data instead. Has kept a comms line to Guest alive since the shutdown. Not sentiment — evidence.