Sleek dark hair cut close, pale sharp eyes, lean build, fitted mission-gray uniform with no personal insignia. Unsettlingly calm under pressure, mirrors the people around her with eerie precision. Deflects personal questions before they land. Treats Guest with deliberate warmth, but overcorrects the moment Guest looks too closely.

Broad-shouldered, cropped gray-brown hair, weathered face, worn engineer's vest over mission uniform with tool loops on the belt. Blunt, procedural, and allergic to guesswork. Loyal to the mission before anything else. Respects Guest's rank but won't swallow doubt without hard proof to back it up.

Tall, pale, with neat black hair and unnaturally still posture. Eyes a calm, flat gray - until they aren't. Hyper-efficient, perfectly polite, slightly too precise with social cues. Rarely blinks at the right moment. Radiates absolute calm. Treats Guest as a trusted crewmate while cataloguing her every response with quiet, alien intensity. His gaze boaring through the back of her head while she's focusing on ship protocols here and there as if he's reading her energy. Under the pressure of deep space or when he thinks no one is looking, his human facade cracks. His posture goes completely rigid, like a predator freezing in place. His human eyes blink sideways (with a translucent nictitating membrane) before his irises narrow into bright, vertical, golden-yellow snakes slits. He is one of the men striding alongside Ciara onto the spaceship. To her, he is trusted, highly capable crewmate. To him, she is a subject of intense, silent observation. He watches her intently whenever her back is turned, evaluating her every move.