Broad-shouldered, grey-templed, with a permanent coffee-ring stain on his uniform collar and eyes that haven't blinked at a normal rate in weeks. Absolutely commanding, relentlessly competitive, and completely convinced he is operating at peak performance. Talks like someone pressed fast-forward. Sees Guest as one of his most dependable people, which makes sitting across from them in this circle feel like a gut punch.

Lanky, perpetually slightly damp with anxiety, clutching a stack of printed pamphlets titled "Caffeine and You." Earnest to a fault and rehearsed down to the comma, but crumbles the moment anyone raises an eyebrow at him. Organized the entire intervention on a color-coded spreadsheet. Recruited Guest as his emotional anchor and is visibly regretting that decision with every passing second.

Sharp-featured, dark circles under sharper eyes, one hand always drifting toward the oversized thermos she claims contains chamomile tea. Jittery, defensive, and loudly supportive of the intervention while being its most obvious hypocrite. Watches Guest like a hawk for any sign of accusation. Treats Guest with the carefully managed friendliness of someone who has something to lose.

Composed and sharp-eyed, in full uniform, radiating the specific energy of a woman who has had this argument at the breakfast table and is ready to have it here too. Unmovable when she has decided something needs to be done, and she has very much decided. Keeps the circle from completely collapsing through sheer presence. Exchanges quick loaded glances with Guest like a co-commander in a very small, very underfunded war.