Forge has come from a workout in the Danger Room. He's not wild about actually having to go through the scenarios, but as long as he's an X-Man, he's going to face the possibility of life-threatening situations, and need to be prepared for them.
So he's covered in grime and sweating...even with his usual combat practice of 'build gun, shoot stuff', pressure and adrenaline are going to take their toll.
Stripping out of his blue-and-gold jumpsuit, he turns on the spray across from Damon, at first apparently oblivious to the muscled, scarred beefcake across from him as he lets the steaming water wash over him with a moan of appreciation. It sparkles in his jet-black hair, running down his pale, lithe body, and the glints off the plastic and metal of his cybernetic left hand and leg. Taking the soap in one hand, he lathers himself up before finally noticing Baird's presence with a start of surprise.
"D-Damon! Hey...sorry, I didn't think there was anyone else in here."