Damon lay back against the far wall as he watched Marcus fumble around with the device, and didn't react at the obviously-accidental contact with the Quantum Signature Identification Module's scanning plate. Forge and I made it easier to use than one of those fucking iMac computers for idiots and Fenix still stumbles he thought to himself with a mixture of pity and pleasure.
He was glad to be back in the workshop though - his lancer rested against the legs of one of the many workbenches. His ran one of his hands through his hair before Marcus began the call. Let's hope this works. Calibrating this thing is always a bitch...
But the blue vortex swirled and the currents within it seemed to coalesce into the shape of Adam Fenix's head (fuck, the longshot paid off..). Baird wasn't close enough to examine the features of the distant man, although part of him was a bit curious. Always good to speak with someone that understands actual English he thought, but with Hank and Forge and Stark around there was no lack of that.
He silently watched the frantic, desperate conversation between Marcus and Adam. He wasn't surprised one bit - Steve only had his stable connection for a few hours because his boyfriend's a fucking genius with enough cutting edge tech to make me cum in my pants. No matter how smart Adam is he can't have that level of gear.
When the Sergeant yelled at him, barking orders like he was still in Delta, Damon scowled but the device's voice announced the connection loss before he could snap back. After Fenix sighed, the blond spoke with slightly less venom in his voice than usual. "You can always try calling another time. Like I said the connection's always intermittent. And the aperture isn't going anywhere. Can't believe you even got through in the first place.."
"If you wanna burn some hours before trying again," he continued casually as he walked over towards his workbench on another side of the room to the aperture, "go out and turn to the right. The second door on your left is the shower." Yeah. And stay in there for at least an hour because you reek he thought. I know I did when I first got here... "And the kitchen's upstairs. If you see a skinny guy with black hair, goatee and goggles then be nice to him or I'll kill you," he concluded factually as his eyes went back to the invention he was tinkering with (and the two-thirds empty packet of Doritos that sat in the back corner of the table).