Baird continued in his rapid-fire jaded rasp. "By cubic volume, I'm the smallest. I'm six-one, two-twenty. There's Cole, who's six-four and about two-eighty. Then there's Fuckhead Fenix, six-one, two-forty. Finally, there's Fenix's bitch, Santiago, he's only six feet, but he's about two-thirty-five."
He still had his back turned to Forge. The rivulets of water cascaded down his broad shoulders.
"Yeah, I noticed," Baird casually replied, "the tech guys actually matter here. Back on Sera, they pretty much put a gun to my head and gave me no fuckin' credit for keepin' the guns working. Here, at least I get fed and not everyone's a douchebag."