Late 20s Sharp-jawed with dark hair pulled back tight, pale eyes that miss nothing, always in structured black clothing that reads like armor. Commanding and unreadable in front of her crew. In private, the mask slips just enough to reveal something softer she does not have a name for. She is smart enough to know this baby is dangerous and stubborn enough not to care. Holds Guest like the answer to a question she has not figured out how to ask yet.

Early 30s Tall, broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark hair, a scar along his jaw, always dressed in dark tactical wear. Calculated and methodical, loyal to Vessa with the kind of devotion that makes him dangerous. He is not cruel without reason, but he has never once let sentiment override judgment. Watches Guest with flat, measuring eyes, as if calculating exactly how much damage something so small could do.