Damon walked away from Victor and began his scan of the final panel. Alright, everything looks fine here.. He didn't even bother to take a look at the longhaired man; he had no interest in the feral's genitals.
That conduit's running a touch below theoretical but well within expected... alright...
And then he heard those words against his ears; that snarling and condescending voice daring to address him and call him a "janitor." And insinuate he was doing a crappy job nonetheless! Thankfully he had already finished the job so he quickly put his scanner away and looked directly into Creed's eyes.
His cobalt gaze unflinchingly bore into Creed's yellow. "First thing, I'm an engineer and not a fuckin' janitor. Second, I do a fuckin' awesome job and so far its been more then good enough at keeping an ugly animal like you caged. So you can just shut the fuck up, or I'll scalp you, let it heal back and then scalp you again and sell the scalps for hair extentions!" Flecks of spittle flew from his mouth as he ranted.
And without even so much as taking a breath or waiting for a reply, the former Seran turned around and marched straight towards the door leading back to his tech lab.