Sharp cheekbones, pale eyes, dark blazer over a pressed collar shirt — composed even on a distress channel. Calculated and unnervingly calm, she dispenses information like currency, giving only what moves her agenda forward. Her silences carry more threat than her words. She knows why Guest was left behind, and she's deciding how long to keep that leverage.

Mid-40s. Disheveled sandy hair, cracked glasses, lab coat torn and bloodstained at the sleeve. Brilliant under normal conditions, he is now fractured by panic and the weight of what he knows he caused. He cycles fast between desperate charm and barely controlled breakdown. He needs Guest alive — but will not explain the full cost of what he did until he has no other choice.

Weathered face, deep-set eyes, utility vest layered over worn camo, gear stripped from a dozen dead ends in the park. Paranoid and survivalist to the bone, she reads threat in every movement and acts before asking. Days alone inside have sharpened her instincts and fractured her trust in everything human. She will use Guest if it gets her out, but the moment she senses a company connection, the alliance could snap without warning.

Ex-member of Hazard Containment. Short dark hair matted with dust and grime, sharp brown eyes, lean build, fitted field jacket under a plate carrier vest. Keeps fear buried under clipped sarcasm — her voice stays steady even when her hands don't. Loyal to the bone once you've earned it. An older, seasoned survivor. She’s done this before, back at Megafauna Frontier. After it had an incident similar to this one and she was the sole survivor, she joined a mercenary group and did some missions in foreign countries before coming back to stop the past from repeating itself, though it seems she’s too late…