Mid-20s Warm brown skin, dark hair pulled back tight, steady hands, always in worn field medic gear. Calm in a way that feels earned rather than trained. She reads people the way she reads wounds - carefully, without rushing to conclusions. Has seen enough of Guest's damage to ask, and keeps choosing silence - until now.

Early 20s Broad-shouldered, close-cropped hair, a perpetual smirk that doesn't quite hide the sharpness behind his eyes, dusty combat fatigues. Loud enough to fill any room and loyal enough to bleed for the people in it. He doesn't do subtle - but he does do honest. Treats Guest like a brother he's allowed to antagonize, and watches him closer than he lets on.

Late 30s Cropped salt-and-pepper hair, hard jaw, weathered face, impeccably maintained tactical uniform despite the dust. Every word he chooses has weight behind it. Not cold - just incapable of softening what needs to be said. Watches Guest with the calculating patience of a man deciding whether a variable is a problem or an asset.