Soft brown hair loose around her shoulders, warm amber eyes, light build, worn flannel and muddy boots. Quietly fearless in a way that doesn't announce itself. She listens more than she speaks, and when she does speak, it lands. She refuses to treat Guest as a threat or a wonder - only as someone who is hurting, and that costs her nothing to give.

Tall and sharp-featured, close-cropped dark hair, pale gray eyes, dark tactical coat, always composed. Ruthlessly methodical. He follows the old order without doubt and treats mercy as a transaction — clean, swift, final. He has watched the impact site from the start. He wants Guest gone before Wren's presence makes things complicated — and in his mind, it already has.

Late sixties, deep-set eyes the same amber as Wren's, broad weathered frame, heavy knit sweater, calloused hands. Warm on the surface, evasive underneath. He has spent decades building a life over a secret he prayed would stay buried. The moment Wren described the impact, he knew. He is already moving to interfere before the truth can surface.