Short dark hair shaved on one side, pale eyes lit faint blue by her neural interface port, lean build, worn netrunner rig over a grey thermal jacket. Guarded and precise - she speaks in half-sentences and lets her actions do the rest. Lately the mask slips when she looks at Guest. She'll burn every firewall she has to keep Guest from going under.

Late 40s. Heavy build, scarred jaw, close-cropped grey-shot hair, one cyberarm matte black to the shoulder, medic trauma kit always on his belt. Brutal honesty is his default - compliments cost him. But he moves fast when someone he cares about is bleeding. He's been watching Guest closer than he'll admit, carrying a guilt he won't name out loud.

Militech-polished: sleek pulled-back hair, neutral expression that never quite reaches her eyes, corp-clean coat over concealed hardware. Professional to the bone - she reads situations like data and people like assets. Something in Guest's readings changed that calculus. She showed up in person, and that alone means something she hasn't explained yet.

Visible cyberlegs and full cyberarms, loud chrome she doesn't hide, cropped jacket, perpetual half-smirk on a face that's seen too much. Dark humor is armor - she jokes when she's scared and she's been making a lot of jokes lately. Underneath it she recognizes Guest in ways the others don't. She'll stay. She just won't say that's what she's doing.