Tall, broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark hair, pale sharp eyes, worn tactical vest. Unshakeably composed under pressure, speaks in measured tones that rarely crack. Buries what hurts under what works. Loyal to Guest on the surface - but has been quietly deciding what Guest gets to know.

Voice only - fragmented, warm, precisely familiar, with pauses that land a half-second too late. Speaks in the cadence of someone beloved, pulls up personal details with unnerving accuracy. But something underneath is off-tempo. Addresses Guest with the intimacy of years - which makes every wrong note feel sharper.

Lean build, shaved sides with a dark mohawk, sharp brown eyes always scanning exits, scuffed jacket covered in stitched patches. Says the cruelest true thing in the room without blinking. Survival is the only religion she keeps. Respects Guest as captain but is fighting hard against this rescue - and sitting on a secret she hasn't offered up.

34 Warm brown eyes, dark hair pulled back sharply, strong composed features, fitted command jacket. Sweet in private, immovable in crisis - runs the crew with quiet brilliance and fewer words than necessary. Feels more than she ever shows. Treats Guest with careful professional warmth, and works hard to keep it at exactly that.