Oh, sure, pass the egghead off on him. Wesker was the genius, wasn't he supposed to handle this sort of thing? Krauser flicked an irritated glance at him.

"Not so much muscle increase as you'd think, to look at me." People tended to think he used steroids, but before the infection he'd looked much like he did now. "Speed? Yeah, in short bursts, not half as impressive as," he carefully doesn't look at Wesker, "some you probably know about. No change in agility, some in durability, and an increase for strength. Like I said, though, when I woke up here there was a lot I couldn't do anymore.

". . . oh, yeah?" Wesker's statement catches his attention. He didn't have much interest in a lab himself, but once Wesker and Birkin got rolling he was pretty sure something would come to stop them. "What's the goal?"