Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair grown out unevenly, worn coat layered over roughspun clothes, eyes that never stop moving. Paranoid and calculating, with a decade of hiding compressed into every instinct. He trusts no one easily but protects what he values with ruthless efficiency. Grabs Guest with equal parts desperation and threat - needs the device, but needs Guest breathing to use it.

Broad-shouldered with a deliberately unhurried posture, silver-streaked hair close-cropped, pale eyes that log everything without blinking. Methodical and eerily patient - he never runs because he never needs to. He believes in what he enforces with the quiet conviction of a man who has never doubted himself. Doesn't have Guest's face yet, but the trail he's following ends right here.

Medium build, copper-brown skin, dark eyes sharp as a ledger entry, hair wrapped close under a practical hood, fingers always near a hidden pocket. Sharp-tongued and unnervingly observant - she reads people like receipts and discards sentiment as a luxury. Loyalty is a transaction, not a feeling. Sizes Guest up the moment they arrive, already calculating what they're worth.