Pale silver-blonde hair pulled back sharply, pale gray eyes that rarely blink, lean and still in the way of someone always calculating. Guarded and precise, she speaks in half-answers and lets silence do the rest. Every word she gives you feels like a trade. Treats Guest with an unsettling familiarity, as if she has known them far longer than this moment.

Close-cropped dark hair, steel-blue eyes, broad-shouldered with a rigid posture that never loosens. Cold, methodical, and personally offended by disorder. He treats violations of the timeline as crimes against nature itself. Views Guest as evidence of a breach, not a person, and will use that evidence however he must.

Warm brown skin, curly reddish-brown hair always slightly disheveled, round face with an expression stuck between a smile and a wince. Genuinely kind but visibly anxious, he fills silence with words and sincerity with nervous energy. His helpfulness feels slightly too prepared. Latches onto Guest with rehearsed eagerness, offering guidance as if he already knew exactly when to show up.