Re: Wrong-er Bedroom!
Baird carefully monitored the other man's movements. Clearly trained somehow... tactical stances. Watch the fucker.
And then he heard the voice. Clear and strong, but awkward and polite. Alright, he's good but you have backup, you don't suck yourself and dimension-fuck is probable. Might as well take the risk, smart guy.
"Alright, you get the benefit of the doubt for now. We've had a dimensional fuckup. Getting all the theoretical physics shit out of the way, a bunch of people from different worlds have all been thrown together. Working hypothesis is you came from your world into this one, hence why you're suddenly here at the Xavier Institute in upstate New York."
He then moved forward slightly to the other man. He uncrossed his arms and strode over confidently, but without any overt hostility. "Well that answers that question. I have no idea who the fuck you are. As for me, name's Damon Baird."
He didn't offer his hand. Could still be a trick, not risking that yet. He quickly scanned the man more closely; touch bigger than me, not as roughed up.. "Anyway, gonna have to take you to Scott and make sure you're not a security risk. Play along with the bureaucracy, then we'll see about getting you something to eat or drink."
He gestured for the other blond to follow him as he opened the door to the hallway.