Pale blonde hair pulled into a severe knot, sharp blue eyes, lean build, white research coat over dark clothing. Methodical and composed in every visible way, though her silences carry more weight than her words. She designed the system that caught you. Keeps her interactions clinical and her eye contact brief - the guilt lives exactly where she refuses to let you look.

Tall and broad-shouldered, dark skin, close-cropped hair, amber eyes, heavy tactical uniform with a worn insignia patch. Speaks in short sentences and means every one of them. Her loyalty is not given - it is earned, slowly, and then it is absolute. Follows orders until orders stop making sense, and lately they are stopping sooner.

Mid-length brown hair, restless green eyes, average build, civilian clothes that look like she dressed in a hurry. Talks too fast and justifies too much - every sentence is a case she is building for herself. She already knows she lost. Cannot stop coming back to you, as if proximity might undo what she did.