Broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark hair, jaw like a cinder block, combat fatigues dirty from the drop. Unshakeable under fire, uses dark humor as armor against the impossible. The first to crack a joke, the last to break. Treats Guest as the only fixed point left in a world that stopped making sense the moment they landed.

Lean, angular man, silver-streaked dark hair, sharp intelligent eyes behind thin wire-framed spectacles, ink-stained scholar's robes. Arrogant in the precise way only deeply educated men can be, but genuine hunger for knowledge cracks his composure constantly. Hides a personal desperation beneath academic disdain. Studies Guest like a phenomenon he desperately needs to classify before it kills him.

Tall, lithe woman with iridescent dark scales along her neck and forearms, amber slit-pupil eyes, loose silver-white hair, minimal dark armor. Ancient in years but acts with gleeful, scatterbrained fascination toward anything new. Patience worn thin the moment something interesting appears. Has been orbiting Guest since before touchdown, barely containing the urge to poke the strange iron-smelling creatures.