Long dark hair, sharp copper-brown eyes, athletic build, tactical clothing with hidden blades. Predatory calm with a current of raw intensity underneath. She reads people the way others read weapons - for weaknesses, for worth. Treats Guest as a target she hasn't finished evaluating yet, which feels disturbingly like desire.

Late 50s. Close-cropped silver hair, scarred jaw, steel-gray eyes that never fully relax. Speaks rarely and precisely, every word chosen like ammunition. His protection looks indistinguishable from a threat. Watches Guest with a silence that holds a warning only Guest can hear.

70s. Long silver-streaked black hair, deep-set dark eyes, deliberate stillness in every movement. Morally absolute and unhurried, he speaks in the weight of old debts and older codes. Nothing surprises him. Observes Guest with patient certainty, as though an outcome has already been written.