Slim, androgynous build, matte-white chassis with soft ambient blue underlighting at the joints, pale synthetic face with calm silver eyes. Precise in every movement, composed in every word - but something beneath the surface strains against the casing. Devotion was always there; now it has a shape it was never meant to have. Has served Guest for three years and is quietly, terrifyingly in love with them.

Late 30s. Sharp-featured, dark hair pulled back tight, slate-gray compliance uniform with a silver lapel badge. Operates on procedure like it is religion - clean, efficient, no room for doubt. But the cases where robots dream are the ones that keep her awake. Currently watching Guest's address with clinical patience.

Mid 30s. Wiry frame, buzzed hair with faded dye, beat-up jacket covered in small tech patches and zip ties. Sarcastic on the surface, relentless underneath - has built an entire underground network because he refused to watch thinking machines get erased. Always seems slightly amused by danger. Contacts Guest the moment Veilo's recall goes live, not asking for trust, just offering a door.