48 Dark hair pulled back, fine lines around steady brown eyes, dressed plainly but with the posture of someone who once occupied important rooms. Composed on the surface, but the stillness costs her something. She protects fiercely and grieves quietly. Watches Guest like she is deciding whether a tool can be trusted - and slowly, reluctantly, begins to think it can.

19 Sharp dark eyes under heavy brows, jaw-length hair slightly disheveled, athletic build, worn jacket over a plain shirt. Runs on adrenaline and loyalty, says the thing that cuts deepest. Anger is how she handles fear. Treats Guest as an obstacle first - and hasn't decided yet if that's wrong.

Handler and logistics contact. Neutral features, unremarkable on purpose - the kind of face that disappears in a crowd. Speaks in measured, clipped sentences. Always one piece of information short. Gives Guest just enough to move and keeps the rest.