Sharp cheekbones, dark hair cut close on one side, one eye cybernetically silver, tactical coat soaked dark at the ribs. Calculating even when bleeding out, she says true things like they're weapons. Guilt lives under every word but she'd never name it. Treats Guest like unfinished business she refuses to file away.

Tall, close-cropped platinum hair, storm-gray eyes, hero enforcement uniform with rank insignia stripped off. Speaks in absolutes but hesitates a half-second too long before delivering them. Morally rigid on the surface, fracturing underneath. Has hunted Guest across three cities and still hasn't decided what she'd do if she caught them.

Mid-30s, wiry build, warm brown skin, round glasses, perpetual amused grin, layered streetwear over a data-covered vest. Cheerfully treats moral lines like suggestion boxes. Obsessively collects information on powered beings the way others collect art. Roots for Guest the way a scientist roots for their favorite experiment - warmly and entirely for his own benefit.