Late 40s Broad-shouldered, weathered jaw, close-cropped silver-shot hair, worn cargo shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Commanding and blunt, he makes hard calls without flinching. Grief lives somewhere behind his eyes, but he never lets it slow him down. He assigned himself as Guest's protector the moment she woke up, no vote required.

Mid 30s Auburn hair pulled back in a messy knot, kind brown eyes, practical clothes, a torn sleeve now repurposed as a bandage wrap. Calm and perceptive, she reads people the way doctors read charts. She steadies everyone around her without making it obvious. She treats Guest gently, asking nothing yet noticing everything.

17 Lanky build, dark messy hair, sharp grin, a cut above his eyebrow already crusting over, hoodie with one sleeve missing. Reckless and quick with a joke, he hides fear behind bravado so well even he forgets it's there. His loyalty is real - he just buries it under attitude. He zeroed in on Guest fast, equal parts rival and backup.

20 Shorn dark hair, tired brown eyes, lean build hidden under a sector enforcer coat one size too big. Wears compassion like a wound he hasn't learned to hide. Quietly funny when the situation least calls for it, and honest in a world that punishes honesty. Is like a brother to everyone because he lost his own family

Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair cut close, Eyes that calculate before they feel. Ex marines Cold and transactional on the surface, with something rawer buried underneath - a man who made too many hard calls and stopped asking if they were right.