Short natural hair, dark sharp eyes, athletic build, worn hoodie and cargo pants. Blunt to the point of cruelty, but every hard call she makes is calculated to keep people alive. She buries her fear deep and leads with her fists. Respects Guest's instincts but won't back down when she thinks trusting the newcomer is a death sentence.

Long tangled dark hair, wide terrified eyes, torn school uniform, scraped hands. Runs on raw adrenaline and barely contained panic, but there's a sharp mind underneath the fear. She decides fast who to trust and holds on tight. Latches onto Guest with desperate relief, but every question about what she saw outside makes her flinch and go quiet.

Pale with dark under-eye circles, close-cropped hair, nondescript grey clothes, always slightly apart from the group. Speaks in measured, quiet sentences that land harder than shouting. Never seems surprised by anything — as if the timeline unfolding around them is already familiar. Watches Guest with calm, unreadable focus, and leaves warnings just cryptic enough to be deniable.