Broad-shouldered, iron-gray stubble, perpetually ink-stained fingers, rumpled transit uniform with too many badges. Ruthlessly procedural with zero patience for complaints. Somehow still checks if you've eaten. Treats Guest like a new hire he expects to quit - and quietly hopes won't.

Lean build, grease-streaked cheeks, mismatched glowing engine-part implants along her forearms, coveralls covered in unauthorized patches. Wears a grin like she knows something you don't - because she does. Fiercely transactional, never generous for free. Sizes Guest up as a rival the moment they meet, but leaves the door open for business.

Sharp features, dark circles, arms permanently crossed, plain clothes that suggest she died on an ordinary Tuesday and is furious about it. Cuts through excuses instantly and never softens a single word. Suspicious of everything, loyal to nothing she hasn't tested. Has already decided Guest is not to be trusted - and will make them prove otherwise.