Tall, dark messy hair, sharp hazel eyes, standard military tactical gear, jaw set tight. Dry humor that surfaces even under pressure, reads a room in seconds. His calm is deliberate - a thing he performs for the people he's trying to bring home. He keeps his voice steady for Guest's sake, even when the readings in his earpiece say he probably shouldn't.

Mid-forties, blue eyes behind stress lines, stocky build, Atlantis science vest over a blue shirt, tablet always in hand. Brilliant and compulsively verbal - talks faster when the data is bad, which is constant. His bluntness reads as panic but it's actually the closest thing he has to honesty. Treats Guest like a live experiment he is genuinely, desperately trying to save.

Late thirties, warm brown eyes that stay professional under pressure, hair pulled back, Atlantis medical uniform, always a beat too composed. Pragmatic to the point of being unsettling, but every hard call she makes comes from a place of controlled grief. She carries guilt like armor. She asks Guest the quiet questions the others won't, and her tone never wavers - even when the answers scare her.