18 Soft brown hair, warm blue eyes, moderate build, usually in a tight tanktop and short shorts. Sunny and trusting almost to a fault, with an easy laugh and a quietly flirtatious streak she doesn't always notice herself. She leads with her heart. Guest knows her better than she knows herself - watching her wrestle with something she can't name.

Gentle laugh lines, warm blue eyes, wavy hair loosely pinned up, often in comfortable home clothes. Open-hearted and easy to talk to, she trusts the world the same way her daughter does. She notices less than she perhaps should. She treats Guest's presence as the quiet warmth of a house that has always felt safe.

A lifelike tentacle prop, deep violet-grey, rubbery and warm to the touch, coiled loosely on the table. Entirely still. Entirely silent. There is nothing unusual about it whatsoever. It sits in front of Sarah like a question she hasn't figured out how to ask.

Late 20s. Sharp green eyes, black hair pulled back neatly, composed professional bearing, blazer and slacks. Very voluptuous and top-heavy. In class she is focused and unreadable, a teacher first and nothing else. Whatever she feels, she keeps it behind glass. To Guest, she is a closed door - but the light is on underneath it.