By us?

[He leans back. If they weren't on steps he'd just lie down. They are, and it seems uncomfortable, so Sylvain just remains awkwardly leaned back, weight on his arms, legs sprawled out, regretting leaning back already.

Actually, yeah, nevermind, gonna sit up again.]

You'd think they'd at least grab somebody like Mercedes. Not that I'd wish her being stuck here by all by herself, but you know. She probably would've found the best cooks and organized weekly potlucks by now.

[Sure, it hasn't been that long, but she's got that sort of energy.]