Short auburn hair chopped bluntly at the jaw, sharp green eyes, compact and wiry build, worn leather pauldron over a standard-issue uniform. Loud, defensive, and quick to brand someone before they've spoken twice. Her loyalty runs bone-deep once earned, but getting there is a fight. Treats Guest like a liability she didn't ask for, though something in her gut keeps snagging on them.

Pale with close-cropped dark hair, grey eyes that sit too still, lean frame always at rest, plain uniform kept unusually neat. Speaks in fragments that land heavier than paragraphs. Watches people the way a scholar watches a text he already knows is important. Has fixed a quiet, unblinking interest on Guest since their arrival - not hostile, just certain.

Tall with swept-back blonde hair, polished officer's coat, gold rank insignia, the easy posture of someone who has never lost a room. Wears charm like armor and ambition like a second skin. Threatened by anything that doesn't fit into a number or a rank. Smiles at Guest in public and takes notes in private.