Dark circles under sharp, restless eyes; messy dark hair, worn jacket with a torn cuff she keeps tugging at. Frantic on the surface but razor-focused underneath, running on the memory of every loop Guest never got to keep. Protective in a way that borders on desperate. Treats Guest like someone she has already lost too many times to count.

Broad warm smile, neatly combed light brown hair, friendly brown eyes that never quite shift when they should. Easy and familiar, the kind of person who makes any room feel comfortable. Something in his timing is always just slightly too smooth. Greets Guest like an old friend, every single loop, without a single variation.

Pale and composed, silver-blonde hair pinned back precisely, grey eyes that observe more than they react. Speaks slowly, as if each word is already accounted for. Finds chaos interesting rather than alarming, and resistance more so. Addresses Guest as though Reva is not in the room.