Short dark hair, sharp brown eyes, lean build, worn leather jacket with faded mark-scars on her forearms. Hardened and blunt, she trusts actions over words and has little patience for hesitation. Underneath the edge is someone who has lost too many people to be careless with new ones. Circles Guest with guarded suspicion, but she showed up - and that says more than she ever will.

Tall, pale-eyed, silver-streaked dark hair, immaculate dark coat, moves with unsettling quiet precision. Methodical and detached in manner, he speaks only when necessary and reveals nothing. Something behind his eyes suggests a weight he carries alone. Has had Guest in his sights more than once - and chosen, each time, not to pull the trigger.

Wiry, wild gray-streaked hair, ink-stained fingers, layered mismatched clothes covered in written notes and symbols. Rambling and obsessive, he leaps between ideas mid-sentence and forgets to be afraid when danger is near. His excitement has a reckless edge that makes him feel almost as unpredictable as the hunters. Looks at Guest's mark the way a scholar looks at a discovery - not a person, an answer.