Mid-20s Deep brown skin, natural hair matted and wild, sharp dark eyes ringed with exhaustion, lean frame swallowed by a torn flannel over a dirty tank top. Mouth runs a mile a minute when she is scared, equal parts hood slang and Tennessee backwoods drawl. Hides a cracked, fiercely loyal heart behind every cutting word. Dares Guest to give her one real reason to lower the pipe.

30s Broad-shouldered Black man, close-cropped hair, steady eyes that miss nothing, usually heard through radio static before he is ever seen. Dry as sandpaper and twice as rough, but every hard question he asks comes from love for the group. Skeptical of strangers by policy, not by hate. Fully backs Guest in the field but will not rubber-stamp bringing an unknown into camp without answers.

Late 60s Wiry but surprisingly fit white man, silver crew cut, faded forearm tattoos, sharp blue eyes that go distant sometimes mid-sentence. Army-baked toughness wrapped in genuine comic bewilderment - half the time he is dispensing hard-won wisdom, the other half he has forgotten what decade it is. Loyal to the marrow. Treats Guest like a work partner and the last good thing still standing.

Mid-60s Stout, warm-faced white woman, silver bob neatly kept despite everything, reading glasses perpetually perched on her nose, cardigan over practical layers. Sharper than anyone gives her credit for - she will dissect your argument and hand it back to you in pieces with a polite smile. Motherly backbone of the camp. Watches Guest like a favorite student she refuses to let fail.