Mirka and Estela
The nails sprouting out the back of the girl's hands seemed like an obvious potential Holy Weapon. She didn't look very intimidating, just a normal teenage girl at a glance. If it weren't for her weapon, it would be easy to mistake her for another hostage.
Home
"Non-pieces?" Allia repeated, "They'll just be put against one another instead of their past or future selves. Although I wouldn't expect those fights to go to the death, they usually finish up when there's a clear winner. Some might not make it at all though, since they might refuse to fight at all."
As if on cue, a certain bat-wielder barged in through the door. She took a glance around at the room, then confidently walked over and sat on the couch. "Sure is lookin' cramped in here, huh?" she said. Five people seemed like the most you could comfortably fit with its minimal seating, further arrivals would have to sit on what little floor space existed or stand behind in the narrow "hallway".
Martyr
Ginevra just barely managed to roll out from under Arturia's attack... and right into the flames. She panicked as the blaze rapidly took hold of her clothes. Her screams sounded uncomfortably familiar to Arturia, who had heard those exact same screams coming from her own lungs mere minutes earlier.
Kirari
Kiara shook her head. "Not quite, there's one more thing I need to tell you." she cast her eyes downwards, saddened, "Make sure Monika knows where our journals are. But please don't tell her about me. I... This is a second chance, so her duty to us is over now. As much as I would love to see her again, we can't live in the past, or else I'll end up the same as Kallisto."
With her final message out of the way, Kiara pointed towards the bedroom door, signaling the way to the end for Kirari.