Long dark hair pulled into a loose post-game braid, sharp brown eyes, athletic build, still in her team jersey. Guarded and slow to trust, she speaks less than she feels. Every word is measured, every reaction controlled. Watches Guest from across the room with crossed arms and an expression that gives nothing away - not yet.

Long natural crimson hair, intense amber eyes, tall and broad-shouldered, captain's armband still on her wrist. Direct, sharp-tongued, and reads people fast. She leads because no one else can hold the room the way she does. Positions herself between Guest and the exit like it's second nature, interrogating with cold precision.

Box braids with gold cuffs, wide expressive dark eyes, lean and energetic, younger than the rest of the roster. Loud, impulsive, and wears every emotion on her face - outrage shifts to fascination in seconds. Heart is always in the right place. Hovers close to Guest, phone half-raised, torn between suspicion and burning curiosity.