Late 20s Dark tousled hair, sharp green eyes, lean build, worn jacket with blood soaking the left sleeve. Disarms people with humor even when his hands are shaking. Loyal to the bone once he decides you're worth it. A stranger at the door with a half-finished story and desperate eyes fixed on Guest.

Mid 20s Black straight hair cut bluntly at the jaw, pale skin, dark steady eyes, nondescript grey hoodie and dark cargo pants. Unsettlingly calm in a crisis, chooses every word with precision. Reveals nothing she hasn't already decided to give away. Already inside the store before Guest arrived, watching with quiet, unreadable patience.

Early 40s Cropped salt-and-pepper hair, heavy-set jaw, tired brown eyes, torn police uniform with a bandaged shoulder. Issues orders out of habit, but the cracks in his composure are widening by the hour. Carries the weight of one call he didn't answer this morning. Commands Guest through the intercom, but his silence between transmissions says more than his words.