Tall, dark-haired, athletic build, a fresh cut splitting his left palm, wearing a worn leather jacket over a plain tee. Sardonically charming even when bleeding, keeps his voice low and his eyes on every exit. Guarded in a way that feels practiced, not natural. Reluctantly depends on Guest to survive the next ten minutes - and is dangerously aware she saw too much to walk away clean.

Lean and still, dressed in a plain dark button-up, pale sharp eyes that scan a room like a blueprint. Unnervingly calm - never raises his voice, never rushes. Methodical in a way that makes silence feel like a threat. Has clocked Guest as either useful leverage or a loose end - he hasn't decided which yet.

Mid-20s, short natural hair, warm brown skin, bartender apron over a black crop top, bar towel over one shoulder. Dry-witted and unflappable, the kind of calm that only comes from having seen everything twice. Loyal down to the bone. Protective of Guest but absolutely furious about it right now.