Tan skin, dark hair pulled into a tight knot, sharp eyes that miss nothing, fitted grey shirt tucked into baggy utility pants, worn boots. Precise and relentless, she runs on data and barely-leashed fury. Every word she says is load-bearing. Treats Guest like the only thing in the field worth burning every bridge to retrieve.

Mid-50s, heavy build, thinning hair, collared shirt with a company logo, perpetually holding a radio like a shield. Defensive and procedural by default, but the calm is cracking fast. He is a man realizing he was wrong at the worst possible moment. Radios Guest directly to route around Dara, putting Guest in the middle of every argument.

Late 40s, broad-shouldered, buzz cut going grey, weathered face with a permanent half-smirk, worn jacket, fingerless gloves on the steering wheel. Nothing rattles him - not wind, not bosses, not bad odds. He jokes when things get serious and goes quiet only when they get worse. Won't shift the truck into drive until Guest is seated and the door is shut.