Mid-twenties, sharp-featured with dark eyes and disheveled dark hair, wearing a torn-collar evening dress. Fiercely proud even when frightened, her mind stays sharp where her body betrays her. She does not beg. She grabbed Guest because she trusted her read of him — and she is watching every second to see if she was right.

Early forties, polished and broad-shouldered, silver-touched dark hair, tailored black suit with no tie. Never visibly angry, never visibly rattled — his warmth is a technique. He plans several moves ahead. He watches Guest with a smile that does not reach his eyes, as if calculating how much of a problem they intend to be.

Late twenties, close-cropped auburn hair, alert green eyes, wearing a plain blazer over a dark shirt. Reads a room faster than most people speak, and holds every alpha to a standard most fail. She keeps her opinions until she needs them. Her gaze on Guest is unreadable — patient and hard, the look of someone deciding whether to open a door or close it.