Honey-blonde hair always perfectly styled, sharp green eyes, polished and put-together in a way that feels rehearsed. She reads a room like a chessboard and moves people like pieces. Lately the confidence is cracking at the edges. Has been saving Guest for last - and now the crowd is pulling the floor out from under her before she gets the chance.

Dark, close-cropped hair, steady dark eyes that rarely blink when they land on something interesting. Speaks in half-sentences that make sense only three conversations later. Never seems surprised by anything. Has quietly kept Guest out of the blast radius - but has never once explained why.

Curly auburn hair usually pulled back fast, like she stopped caring about appearances after everything fell apart. Raw and unfiltered - her anger sits just beneath every word she says. Fierce when she finds something worth protecting. Looks at Guest like a question she hasn't decided the answer to yet.