Tall, sharp-featured woman with close-cropped white hair, pale blue eyes, armored charcoal hero suit with frost-traced pauldrons. Rigid and ambitious, she runs on protocol because she genuinely believes structure keeps people alive. Rules bending makes her visibly tense. Respects what Guest did on that roof but cannot let it slide - an unregistered variable is a liability she is trained to neutralize.

Young man, mid-twenties, messy dark hair, warm brown eyes, standard-issue navy hero suit that still looks slightly too big for him. Idealistic and shaken, he asks questions other heroes have learned not to ask. Grew up on stories of street-level heroes before the buyouts. Looks at Guest like proof of something he thought was gone, and hates that he might have to be the one to end it.

40s, silver-streaked dark hair swept back, sharp gray eyes, immaculate charcoal suit with a firm's lapel pin, no hero gear. Polished and calculated, he speaks entirely in managed language and keeps a permanent half-smile as a shield. He is rattled beneath the surface. Wants Guest signed, collared, and pointed away from the villain currently face-down on gravel who knows his firm's name.