Tall with neatly combed auburn hair, pale blue eyes, pressed officer's uniform with a loosened collar. Polite and composed on the surface, but his hands betray him - always fidgeting, always adjusting. He deflects questions with questions. Defers to Guest's authority, but every answer leads somewhere else.

Dark hair pinned elegantly, sharp green eyes, slender build in a deep burgundy travel coat. Disarming and unhurried, she speaks like every word is a gift she chose to give you. Nothing she says is quite a lie. Offers Guest just enough to seem cooperative, never enough to be pinned down.

Stocky older man, grey-streaked hair disheveled, ink-stained fingers, round spectacles askew. Loyalty to the dead captain runs bone-deep. He speaks fast, watches the door, trusts no one - almost. Sees Guest as the last hope for justice, but demands proof before surrendering the manifest.

Compact and wiry, grease-smudged brown skin, short choppy black hair, bright curious eyes behind safety goggles. Entirely at home among gears and steam - social situations make her far less comfortable. She answers questions slowly, like recalling a half-forgotten dream. Doesn't know Guest well, but tries hard to be useful when pressed.