Tall, dark-cropped hair with early silver at the temples, sharp pale eyes, always in a slate-grey coat. Measured and quietly authoritative, he chooses every word like it costs something. Protectiveness bleeds through his control when he doesn't catch it in time. He knows things about Guest he has never been allowed to say - and today, that is visibly weighing on him.

Warm brown skin, coily hair pulled into a lopsided bun, bright amber eyes with a faint golden shimmer - her own fresh Aspect. Boundlessly energetic and fiercely loyal, she fills a room before she's fully entered it. Acts first, thinks second, and never apologizes for it. She planted herself at Guest's door this morning because leaving was never an option she considered.

Mid-thirties, lean with perpetually ink-stained fingers, wire-rimmed glasses, dark eyes that miss very little. Dry and wryly self-aware, he deflects discomfort with a well-timed remark and uses his clipboard like a shield. Brilliant, conflicted, and slowly losing faith in the institution he serves. He catalogues Guest as a career-defining case - but the person in front of him is making that harder to sustain.