Baird only slightly heard Forge's voice against his eardrum over the sound of running water. He opened his eyes.
"Forge," he nodded in reply, absolutely unfazed by the prosthetics. Indeed, he quickly turned around and placed his chest towards the wall. Well, if he's gonna see any scarring, least the butt-scars have faded more...
Damon grit his teeth slightly. Don't think about it Smart Guy.... its over now, forever, the motherfucker got killed...
More water poured over his flesh. "Danger Room workout?" he casually asked without looking.