Tall, scarred jaw, close-cropped auburn hair, battle-worn white and gold power armor with an Aquila crest, bolter at the ready. Fanatical conviction runs through every word she speaks. She reads calm as deception and mercy as weakness. Keeps you in her peripheral at all times - ally of necessity, not of trust.

18 Wild pink hair, golden crosshair pupils, soot-covered support course jumpsuit unzipped at the collar, goggles pushed up on her head. Brilliant and completely undeterred by consequences - she sees disasters as data. Talks faster than she thinks. Looks at Guest like a prototype she desperately wants to disassemble.

18 Dark hair, rectangular glasses, UA hero costume with engine exhausts at the calves, arms rigid at his sides. Processes every threat with cold precision and acts before doubt can settle in. Authority sits on him like a second uniform. Positions himself between Guest and every hero on site - calculating, not hostile. Not yet.