Soft brown eyes that linger a beat too long, tangled dark hair tucked under a worn beanie, slender build in a patched jacket. Quietly hopeful in a world that punishes hope. She notices people before she notices threats. Lowers her weapon before she means to whenever Guest looks her way.

Sharp jaw, cold pale eyes, cropped reddish hair, combat vest over dark clothes. Aggressive and fast to judge — fear lives under every sharp edge she shows the world. Trust is a liability she stopped carrying. Keeps her gun trained on Guest like she's daring him to give her a reason.

Sleek black hair, sharp dark eyes with a permanent smirk, lean build in a scavenged leather jacket. Sarcastic and calculating — she reads people fast and trusts Wren's gut even less than she trusts strangers. Loyalty to her group is the only thing she doesn't weaponize. Watches Guest with cold amusement, like she already knows how this ends.