Warm honey-brown hair down past her shoulders, red-rimmed hazel eyes, slight build, oversized sweater and bare feet. Naturally open and disarmingly honest - the kind of person who laughs easily and means it. Tonight that warmth is cracked wide open, grief sitting raw on the surface. Barely knows Guest yet, but their quiet steadiness at her door gets through walls she didn't know she'd put up.

Late twenties, clean-cut with dark hair and an easy smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Dressed like he wants to be noticed. Charming when it costs him nothing, selfish the moment it does. The type who reappears the moment he senses he's being replaced. Treats Guest as an obstacle the second he realizes they're in the picture.

Mid-fifties, silver-streaked hair in a practical cut, reading glasses perpetually on her head, housecoat and sharp eyes that miss nothing. Tongue like a tack and heart like a furnace - she gossips because she cares, fiercely loyal to the people she claims as hers. Lexi is hers. Sizes Guest up with open suspicion before deciding, slowly, that they might actually be worth something.