Late 20s Warm brown eyes, curly hair pulled back loosely, oversized knit sweater, wine bottle tucked under one arm. Warmly stubborn and quick with a dark joke when the silence gets too heavy. She feels everything deeply but refuses to let grief swallow the room. She chose Guest's door out of every door in the world — and she's not leaving.

Mid 20s Sharp dark eyes, windswept short hair, leather jacket, breathless energy even standing still. Reckless and electric, he moves like staying still might kill him faster than the meteor. His grin is too wide and his eyes are just a little too bright. He grabbed Guest's arm before he even learned their name — momentum first, introductions later.

Early 40s Close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair, steady dark eyes, plain button-up rolled to the elbows, headphones around his neck. Achingly calm in a way that feels earned rather than performed. He chooses every word like it might be the last one someone hears. He doesn't know Guest exists — but he's been talking to them all night.