Tall, dark-haired, built like someone who's survived more than a few bad nights. Leather jacket, worn jeans, rain still dripping off him. Speaks rarely but precisely - every word carrying weight he doesn't explain. Reckless by nature, careful only around Guest. Showing up tonight cost him everything with his crew. He knows it. He came anyway.

Sharp grin, sharper tongue. The kind of guy who starts fires and calls it entertainment. Charming enough that you almost miss the cruelty underneath. Treats the crew's loyalty like a hand of cards - plays it until it stops being useful. Resents Guest without ever saying it out loud.

Close-cropped hair, steady eyes, the posture of someone who's seen too much and said too little about it. Blunt in the way honest people are - not cruel, just done with pretending. Has a protective streak she tries to hide behind neutrality. Watches Guest like she's still deciding whether to apologize.