Long dark hair usually pulled back loose, sharp brown eyes, lean and composed in plain fitted clothes. Cool under pressure - she can smile at a stranger while calculating every exit in the room. Deeply affectionate in private, but she keeps pieces of herself locked away. She chose Guest above every instinct that told her to run alone. The bag she's packing holds something she hasn't named yet.

Broad-shouldered, mid-forties, sun-worn face, crew uniform always neat. Says almost nothing but notices everything. He runs on routine and suspicion, and this ship is his world before it is anyone else's. He has been watching Guest and Reva since day one - hasn't moved yet, but the watching itself is its own kind of warning.

Late thirties, pale now from fever, dark circles, tangled hair matted with sweat. Even half-delirious she speaks with precision - whatever she knows, she held onto it deliberately. Sharp enough to choose who she told it to. She grabbed Guest's wrist and got one sentence out before she went under. That sentence is now a weight Guest carries alone.