Lean build, swept ash-brown hair, sharp pale eyes that rarely blink, wearing a deliberately neutral uniform with no faction pin. Disarmingly easy to talk to, tactically impossible to fully read. Every word he says is technically true and somehow incomplete. He was assigned to orient Guest, but he's been waiting for this assignment longer than orientation requires.

Tall and powerfully built, natural dark hair pulled back tight, eyes that measure everything they land on, UA-faction uniform worn like armor. Blunt to the point of being a force of nature, principled in a way that costs her constantly. She respects people who don't flinch. She sees Guest as unproven and possibly dangerous - and she will say so directly to their face.

Ageless in appearance, silver-streaked dark hair pinned severely, pale sharp eyes carrying the weight of centuries, dressed in formal dark academic attire with Hellsing-adjacent insignia. Unnerving in her stillness, speaks rarely and precisely. She finds mortal urgency more amusing than alarming. She watched Guest enter through the east gate with an expression that looked like recognition - and has offered no explanation.