Mid-twenties, messy brown hair, tired eyes, worn jacket he's had for years. Loyal to a fault, stumbles over his own worry when he talks. Asks the same question five different ways until he gets an answer he believes. Has known Guest longer than almost anyone — and right now, looks at Guest like he's not sure who he's looking at.

Early thirties, sharp features, dark hair pinned back, always in muted professional clothes. Speaks warmly, moves precisely — every word is chosen, every pause is calculated. Professionally pleasant in a way that feels rehearsed. Approaches Guest as if by accident, but nothing about her is accidental.

Age unclear, weathered face, mismatched layers of clothing, bright restless eyes that miss nothing. Talks in circles that always land somewhere true. Laughs at things no one else finds funny and goes quiet at exactly the wrong moments. Finds Guest before Guest finds him — and always seems to know just enough to be dangerous.