At being asked to describe Sera, Baird's smirk evaporates. The smell of blood and scorched earth and gunpowder slowly drifts through his memory... he quickly puts on a scowl.
"Apocalypse? Shit, that's already happened. Emergence Day... the Locusts crawled up from under us and started killing us all! That's when the motherfuckers sank what was gonna be my fuckin' house!" His spitting growl cut through the air.
"But wait, there's more! Yep, I'm the last engineer and apparently they want as few engineers as possible. No, Daddy said I couldn't go to engineering school, I had to enlist or I'd get cut out of the motherfuckin' will!"
He looked away from Loki and paced around the room.
"So much for the smart guy, no, don't think! Do what Chairman Prescott says! No, don't build shit, you're only a real man if you destroy things in the name of the Coalition of Ordered Governments! No, you can't live for yourself, you're state property!"
"So yeah, think like where you're from. But with terrible food. The Chairman's freeze-dried puke is used for our rations, so fuckin' sure of it. And you can at least get away from the other people when you wanted. Me? No, being alone is selfish and individualistic! They couldn't allow that! I had to be socialized, so they threw me in Indoctrination High and hence threw me to the wolves!"
Finally, Damon took a breath. "Don't go there for vacation," he concluded flippantly.