Red — Toy "Nikola" Soldier
"So this is the Magnus Institute!" Nikola smiled as it walked through the front doors, led by Ivy. "Yes, yes, but keep your voice down, you did kidnap--"
"What is she doing here?"
"Archivist! Good to see you." It waved, ignoring how obviously scared he was. "I-- I thought you'd died! In the explosion!"
"The real Nikola probably would have!"
"... What do you mean the real Nikola?"
"You'd like a statement about the crew, right?"
A little while later, Nikola sat across from Jon in his office. More than a little uncomfortable, Jon focused his attention on how she looked compared to the last time they'd met. Half of her face was burnt away and in her hair there hung the remains of burnt and molten hair and hairspray. Whatever may have been left of the ringmaster outfit had been abandoned for a simple button-up and tie outfit. "So... Why are you pretending to be Ivy's crew mate?"
"Oh, no, Archivist, I am! I was pretending to be Nikola, but I am the Toy Soldier!"
"And... You can actually give a statement about this crew?"
"Yes, though quite a lot of it would be second hand! There are a few millennia's worth of events I wasn't quite present for..."
"... I'm still not sure you're not pretending."
"Would it help if I removed the plastic?"
"I... Suppose?" The Toy Soldier nodded and brought its hands to the half-face of plastic and skin it had left, cracking it and peeling it off to reveal its wooden face beneath. Underneath the remaining plastic, its face seemed to have been preserved from the explosion.