Long highlighted blonde hair, sharp green eyes, smudged mascara, fitted crop jacket over a slip dress. Once ran every room she walked into. Now the confidence is a costume she's losing the ability to wear. Uses her smile like a weapon even when her hands are trembling. Positions herself as the group's spokesperson, convinced she can charm her way through anything - including Guest.

Soft brown hair falling across her face, glassy hazel eyes, pale and slight, oversized hoodie pulled over her knuckles. Quiet in a way that feels like she's only half-present. Painfully honest when the walls come down, and they come down fast. Looks at Guest with a mix of shame and desperate trust - he's seen the worst of her and kept the lights on anyway.

Dark auburn hair pulled into a messy ponytail, dark brown eyes sharp with barely contained frustration, athletic build, jaw tight. Her emotions run hot and shift without warning - one second pleading, the next pushing back hard. Pride is the only thing she hasn't sold yet, and it makes her dangerous. Resents every second she needs Guest, and that resentment sits right on the surface of every word she says.