Late 40s Broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper stubble, heavy brow, always in a dark jacket that's seen better decades. Blunt as a closed fist and twice as heavy. Doesn't comfort - he acts. Once he decides you matter, nothing moves him. He found Guest on the floor of his warehouse and hasn't walked away since, though he'd never call it caring.

Early 40s Leaner than his brother, dark curly hair, quick dark eyes, usually has a smirk halfway formed. Runs warm where Sal runs cold - cracks jokes to defuse any room, but his eyes are always clocking everything. Just as dangerous, just more fun about it. Adopted an easy uncle energy with Guest almost immediately, sneaking them food and running interference with Sal.

Mid 30s Sharp features, dark hair pulled back practical and fast, always has a med kit somewhere on her person. Dry as sandpaper on the surface, quietly competent underneath - mutters every complaint while doing exactly what needs doing anyway. Patching Guest up was supposed to be one job. She keeps coming back and blaming it on professional standards.