[PQ] with our backs against the wall

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"Sorry I am late—" Remi called downwards, the sound of his voice followed by a rather dishevelled looking alchemist. There were bags beneath his eyes, his curls were an unkempt mess, and it appeared as though he had slept in his clothes (he had). Still, there was a sunny smile on his face as he reached the bottom, nodding a wordless hallo to those assembled so as not to interrupt.

Shoving his hands into his pockets (but not before stifling a yawn behind one of them), Remi leaned against one of the walls to listen as Deimos explained their tasks.