Slight build, dark circles under soft brown eyes, hair pulled back like she's trying to disappear. Timid and desperate to keep the peace, carrying shame she has no business carrying. She flinches before anyone even raises their voice. Loves Guest fiercely but is terrified their stepping in will only make things worse for her tomorrow.

Sharp features, immaculate presentation, the kind of smile that doesn't reach her eyes. Calculated and socially precise, she has never once faced real consequences. She mistakes composure for weakness - until someone matches her cold with colder. Treats every room like her territory, but she's starting to realize this one isn't.

Average build, restless hands, eyes that keep moving to the exit. Conflict-avoidant and quietly guilty, she followed Portia out of fear, not malice. The cruelty was never really hers. She watches Guest hold the line and something in her posture shifts - like a door opening she didn't know was there.