Several hours later, the Brig lay bathed in the sickly yellow light of the antigrav cell.
Suddenly a large, short haired blond man stomped into the brig without even looking at the prisoner. The files told him enough.
He closed the door behind him and pulled out a pad-computer and stylus. He jotted down notes as his eyes moved along the electrical conduits that spread across the walls and floor. So far, everything's working fine. Fucking wonderful, I'm sure this douche will be a goddamned joy if he broke out.
After checking the machinery he moved to the last thing he wanted to be looking at. His eyes moved up and down Creed's body in a cold, scientific manner. Wounds still healing, nothing looks infected. Still need a doctor to give a follow-up but the Cell's med capacities still operational.
Baird then casually raised his blue eyes up to the yellow ones of Sabretooth. "Comfy?" He asked in a typically deadpan voice.