Short, wiry build, messy brown hair, sharp hazel eyes behind cracked glasses, layered flannel over a hoodie, backpack covered in carabiner clips. Sardonic and wound tight as a spring, drowns anxiety in sarcasm and bullet-pointed rules. Practical to the point of being cold. Treats Guest like an unknown variable - useful or dangerous, nothing in between, until proven otherwise.

Athletic build, choppy bleached hair with dark roots, bright reckless amber eyes, ripped jacket with patches, combat boots with mismatched laces. Loud, fearless, and genuinely delighted by disaster - her energy reads as unhinged until you realize it's completely intentional. Lives moment to moment with zero regret. Lands in front of Guest like a gift to herself, grinning like she already knows this is going to be fun.

Small, slight frame, dark circles under pale grey eyes, dark hair falling across his face, oversized hoodie, knees pulled to chest. Unsettlingly calm and nearly silent - watches everything like he's taking notes, speaks only when the words matter. Something behind his eyes is already gone. Rises and follows Guest without a word, as if he made the decision before Guest even arrived.