Tall, dark complexion, shaved fade with sharp line-up, grease-stained fingers, worn mechanic jacket over a fitted tee. Brilliantly cocky - the kind of guy who solves equations in his head while talking trash out loud. Never shuts up, never wrong enough to admit it. Treats Guest like the only competition worth having, which mostly looks like relentless roasting.

Stocky and energetic, bright eyes always moving, oversized hoodie, beat-up sneakers, never without something in his hands. Operates at one volume: loud. Treats every disaster like an opportunity and every opportunity like a party. Convinced Guest is the crew's lucky charm and uses that belief to justify dragging Guest into everything first.

Sharp-featured, natural hair pulled back in a puff, no-nonsense expression, paint-stained cargo pants, utility vest over long-sleeve. Deadpan to the bone - delivers surgical sarcasm without blinking. Finds every flaw in every plan, then picks up a tool and fixes it anyway. Blames Guest for the chaos with her eyes while never once leaving the table.