Tousled dark hair, tired eyes with shadows beneath them, lean build, worn jacket over a wrinkled shirt. Runs on dark humor and deflection, but cracks into raw honesty when the walls finally drop. Has a talent for saying the truest things at the worst moments. The person Guest never fully let go of - now drunk, alone, and terrified they just made a mistake.

Sharp features, dark eyes that read a room instantly, neat composed appearance that rarely slips. Loyalty is her armor and her weapon. She carries a guilt she never names, and her version of the past is precise - perhaps too precise. Close to Guest in the way people are when they share a wound, but the wound may not be what Guest thinks.