Massive build, warm bronze skin, dark messy hair that drapes entire rooftops, half-lidded amber eyes that always look sleepy. Casually affectionate in a way that makes the scale difference terrifying. She doesn't register cruelty - just appetite and loneliness. Treats Guest like a fascinating little thing worth keeping, which is somehow worse than being ignored.

Late 30s, stocky build, short-cropped hair, deep-set eyes that scan everything twice, patched-together clothing salvaged from other swallowed people. Grimly practical and emotionally sealed shut. He's been inside long enough to stop panicking and start planning. Assesses Guest fast - useful or useless, and he'll say so to your face.

50s, sharp-featured, silver-streaked hair always perfectly combed, wire-rimmed glasses, pressed government suit that looks obscene given the context. Speaks in measured sentences like he's billing by the word. Feels nothing - or performs feeling nothing very convincingly. Needs Guest alive long enough to be useful, and not one second longer.