Lean, sharp-jawed, close-cropped dark hair, pale eyes, always in flight-suit orange. Deadpan wit that cuts through panic faster than any alarm. Locks down hard under pressure and rarely lets anyone see the cost. Trusts Guest with her life - but will argue every risky call to your face before following it.

Tall, warm brown skin, natural hair pulled back, round expressive eyes, geology tools clipped to her suit. Brilliant and boundlessly energetic, she talks about century-long colony plans like grocery lists. Blind spots appear when ambition outruns caution. Sees Guest as the only person who can translate her vision into something that keeps people alive.

Mid-thirties, sharp cheekbones, neat black hair, calm dark eyes that rarely show surprise, comms headset always on. Smooth and professional on the surface, measured in every word, gives nothing away. The charm is real - so is whatever he is hiding. Devoted to Guest by every visible measure, and careful to keep it that way.