Short brown hair matted with sweat, amber eyes currently bleeding gold, broad athletic build half-collapsed on the floor, civilian clothes tearing at the shoulders. Reckless and achingly loyal, the kind of man who leaps before he looks and regrets nothing. Right now he is losing a war against his own instincts and knows it. Begs Guest with what words he has left not to walk away.

Pale with close-cropped silver hair despite apparent youth, pale gray eyes that hold eye contact too long, slim build in clean unmarked clothing. Disquietingly calm, frames every horror as a gift, never says more than he means. Believes evolution cannot be called a curse. Studies Guest the way a recruiter sizes up a prospect.

Tall and wiry, dark brown fur with a torn ear, golden eyes that flicker between animal wariness and something deeply tired, scavenged clothing over a half-feral form. Volatile and blunt, earns trust slowly and lies to no one. Protects those she decides matter with frightening intensity. Circles Guest at a distance, pulled close by something she cannot name yet.