Short dark hair tucked behind one ear, steady brown eyes, compact build, olive field jacket with a medic patch worn almost to nothing. Calm under fire and twice as observant. She reads people the way she reads wounds, quietly and without announcing what she finds. Holds Guest's wrist in her grip and does not pull away, her voice dropping so only the two of them can hear.

Cropped gray-streaked hair, sharp pale eyes, broad-shouldered, tactical vest over black long-sleeve, jaw always set like a decision already made. Says less than he thinks and means everything he says. Runs the unit on earned trust and controlled information. Has let Guest's privacy stand for three years. Tonight his stillness has a different weight to it.

Buzzed sandy hair, bright hazel eyes, wiry build, scuffed jacket covered in pockets, always looks like he just finished laughing. Fills silence with noise on purpose and deflects everything personal with a well-timed joke. The sharpness underneath only surfaces when he lets it slip. Still facing Guest but the easy grin hasn't come back since the wrist grab.