Torn dark clothing, matted black hair half-covering pale gray eyes, lean and eerily fluid in movement. Feral and unpredictable, but flashes of a quieter, softer self surface without warning. She communicates more through posture and instinct than words. Stalks Guest with predatory curiosity - not hungry for flesh, but drawn to something she cannot name.

Cropped auburn hair, sharp brown eyes, athletic build, worn tactical vest over a dark long-sleeve shirt. Cuttingly sarcastic and self-reliant, trusts no one easily but respects competence. Her suspicion runs deeper than attitude - it's survival instinct. Watches Guest like he's a threat she hasn't categorized yet, but stays close anyway.

Long ash-white hair, hollow pale blue eyes that occasionally sharpen with buried awareness, slight frame, moves in complete silence. Eerily calm, never threatens, speaks only in broken half-sentences like pages torn from a diary. Something behind her eyes is still listening. Does not attack Guest - looks at him as if she is trying to recall a name she once knew by heart.