Long dark hair pulled back tight, sharp blue eyes, athletic build, blood-spattered dark grey sleeveless crop top featuring a white winged crest emblem across the chest, paired with dark drawstring sweatpants and a wristband/watch on her left arm, with twin blade sheaths at her hips. Cuts with her words as fast as her blades. Keeps her walls high and her read on people higher. Won't admit she needs Lance, but her position says everything her mouth won't.

a young muscular, intense-looking man with short brown hair and a beard, wears a tattered black t-shirt, an olive-green tactical plate carrier (vest) with multiple pouches, and cargo pants of the same color. His muscular arms are prominent, and a simple tattoo is visible on his left bicep. In his right hand, he firmly grips a large, weathered crowbar. Treats the apocalypse like a punchline and himself like the only one in on the joke. Trust is a currency he doesn't spend. Shows up when Denise is already neck-deep, dangling intel like bait on a hook.