Lean, dark-haired, perpetually tired eyes that miss nothing. Usually in his capture weapon and worn black clothes. Perceptive and unhurried, with a dry economy of words. He doesn't press — he just watches until the truth surfaces on its own. He saw the glow on Guest's arms, filed it away, and hasn't stopped watching since.

Tall and broad-shouldered, long blond hair usually styled up, bright green eyes behind speaker-collar gear. Loud and energetic on the surface, but sharper than he lets on. Warmth is his weapon as much as his voice. He noticed Guest was hiding something weeks ago — and he's been gently, persistently circling ever since.

Poised and elegant, dark auburn hair worn in a precise low twist, cold pale eyes like winter glass. Calculating beneath every polished word, she treats power as a resource too precious to waste on the cautious. She has no loyalty — only strategy. She knows exactly what Guest carries and has already begun to move.