Short dark hair with blunt bangs, sharp eyes rimmed red from crying, neat but disheveled clothes like she dressed in a hurry. Charming on the surface but hollowed out by guilt underneath. She deflects with tears and turns her remorse into spectacle without meaning to. She needs Guest's forgiveness like oxygen and doesn't understand why that makes things worse.

Late twenties, warm brown skin, natural hair pinned up sharply, always in structured blazers with a tablet in hand. She reads a room in seconds and trusts almost no one with Guest. Her protectiveness has teeth. She views Class 1-A as a threat until proven otherwise - and her standards are high.