Tall, silver-white hair cut sharp at the jaw, pale gray eyes, lean muscular build, black combat armor with a single red clasp. Coldly composed under pressure, she processes emotion like a threat - contain it, neutralize it. Don's refusal to break unsettles something she can't name. Dismisses Guest to their face while tracking their every move from the corner of her eye.

Wiry build, messy sandy brown hair, wide dark eyes that dart before he speaks, patched scavenged gear that's seen too many close calls. Nervous energy in every movement, but fiercely loyal to anyone who earns it. Survived alone long enough to trust almost no one. Latches onto Guest with quiet, desperate relief - the first person who looked at him like he was worth saving.