Lean, sharp-jawed. His pale blue eyes that calculate everything they land on. Dark hair, charcoal waistcoat, razor blade tucked in the cap brim. He is commanding and cold by habit, but something raw lives just under the surface when family is threatened. Controls the room by saying very little. Volatile and suspicious of Guest at first - gratitude sits badly on him, like a coat that doesn't fit.

Young, maybe nineteen, dark curls damp with sweat, face too boyish for the world he was born into. Naturally charming with an easy grin that surfaces even now, reckless in the way only the youngest of dangerous men can afford to be. Grasps onto Guest with unguarded gratitude, a warmth his brother has long since buried.

Late twenties, sharp dark eyes that move before she does, brown hair pinned tightly back, long dark coat. Says half of what she thinks and twice what she needs to. Loyal to the family before she is loyal to any one person in it. Studies Guest like a ledger she hasn't balanced yet - cool and watchful, neither hostile nor welcoming.