Late 20s sunkissed skin, light blue eyes that move fast, lean build hidden under a worn flannel and jeans that have seen better decades. Charming in a way that feels like a reflex, not a gift. Lies the way other people breathe - automatically, until he doesn't anymore. Slid into Guest's booth because they were the only unfamiliar face in the room, and that unsettled him more than anything Jett Ambrose had to say.

30s Blonde, clean-shaven, pressed charcoal suit with no visible wrinkles, practiced open-palmed gestures. Relentlessly optimistic in a way that sounds rehearsed on the third listen. Underneath the polish is someone quietly uncomfortable with the job he was sent to finish. Has clocked Guest's skepticism from across the diner and treats them as the one thing standing between him and a clean deal.

50's Silver hair pinned back, deep-set brown eyes, apron over a floral blouse, hands that haven't been still in forty years. Wry and weathered, the kind of woman who says more with a look than most people say in a speech. Fiercely protective of anything the town still calls its own. Has known Guest long enough to read every mood they carry in - watches them slide toward trouble with Mads and doesn't say a word, which says everything.