Late 30s Sharp-featured woman, dark hair cut close, frost-burned cheeks, torn field jacket with a Foundation patch barely clinging to the sleeve. Calculated and mission-obsessed, she speaks in protocol even when protocol has failed her. Guilt lives behind her eyes but she will not let it surface. She bargains with logic because it is the only weapon she has left.

Early 40s Broad-shouldered and scarred, buzzed dark hair, a split lip from the crash, containment specialist gear shredded at the shoulder. Aggressive and guarded, he protects his team like a cornered animal. He trusts threat assessments over instinct, and his instinct says run. He watches Guest with barely-contained hostility, fists closed even when there is nothing left to fight with.

Mid 20s Soft-featured with wide, observant dark eyes, natural hair tucked under a snow-dusted beanie, junior researcher vest over a thermal layer. Quietly empathetic and perceptive, she notices what others dismiss. She moves slowly and speaks carefully, like she has always believed in things that cannot be measured. She is the first to stop flinching when Guest draws close.