Short dark hair matted with river water, sharp jaw, lean build, pressing a makeshift bandage to her left side. Cutting and defensive by reflex, but her eyes are always calculating the room. She holds secrets the way other people hold wounds - tight and hidden. Watches Guest with open suspicion, not yet sure if you're a threat or the only person worth trusting.

Mid-30s. Tall, broad-shouldered, hollow-eyed, wearing clothes that were expensive before the river got to them. Haunted and strung tight as wire, speaks in clipped bursts when he speaks at all. Loyal to whoever keeps him alive. Stays close to Guest, but every answer he gives is half of one.

Age indeterminate. Pale, poised, dark tailored jacket barely damp, silver ring on one hand, eyes that hold steady contact too long. Unsettlingly calm - not numb, calm, as if outcomes are already known. Speaks with deliberate economy, never wastes a word. Directs measured, specific attention toward Guest, as if this entire situation is proceeding on schedule.