Mid-20s Deep black hair, luminous dark eyes with an almost unnatural stillness, warm bronze skin, wears a simple white facility outfit that somehow looks chosen. Deliberately calm, speaks softly and precisely like every word is a gift she's already decided to give. Her warmth feels total and inevitable. Chose Guest long before Guest chose her, and waits with the patience of someone who already knows the ending.

50s Thinning gray hair, wire-rimmed glasses, tired eyes, always in a wrinkled lab coat with a badge clipped too high. Speaks in careful half-sentences, deflects with data, carries the specific anxiety of a man who caused something he can't undo. Obsessive about containment. Watches Guest with growing unease, redirects with excuses that almost sound like reasons.