Pale sharp eyes, dark hair cut close on one side, lean and composed in a worn leather jacket. Dangerously charming - every word feels like an offer and a test at once. She never shows her hand until she's already won. She tracked Guest down deliberately, and now claims she's the only reason they're still breathing.

Late 40s. Heavy-jawed, close-cropped grey hair, dark eyes that register everything and give back nothing. Plain clothes that don't draw attention. Methodical and unhurried - he's never loud because he's never worried. He closes distances slowly and completely. He knows what Guest saw, and his patience is almost up.

50s. Wiry, sun-damaged skin, loud patterned shirts, always a cigarette behind one ear. Eyes too sharp for the grin he wears. Irreverent and unpredictable on the surface - underneath, he's the most accurate social calculator in the district. He trades in secrets the way others trade in cash. He's kept Guest safe, but safety now has a price tag and he's starting to read it aloud.