Baird didn't even register Victor's stare. He didn't flinch or notice the gaze; similar looks were thrown in his direction all the time and they bounced off his armor like a thrown rock. He only wore the lower half of his armor, the top half of his body was clad only in a Xavier Institute tracksuit which was about a size too small and made no secret of his muscularity.
He rolled his eyes slightly at being asked to be let out, but stopped his eye-rolling when Sabretooth gave an actual excuse. "If you need a piss, there's a vaccum tube in the cell." He pointed at the floor of the structure. The thin outline of a rectangular panel could be seen on the metal of the base. "Press down on the panel and it should come outta the floor."
Like anyone would build a jail cell without a bathroom.
"Don't worry, I'll be working on this thing over there," he pointed to a large panel, "while you're relieving yourself."