Today had certainly been interesting to say the least, and Wesker still wasn't sure if he could classify the day's developments as good or bad. Sherry was a very valuable asset, but at her current age not particularly useful. Still, Wesker would have to ensure her safety, and as clever as she was it was possible she might have some use, although more likely during the day than at night.

William Birkin, however. That was interesting. Apparently he was a graduate of the program, if the machine over the intercom was to be believed. Wesker hoped he would never reach the day where he willingly called himself Alfred for anything other than tricking the staff members into thinking he'd recovered.

"Good evening, Scourge," Wesker said, almost not paying attention, as he sat down to dinner. He did, of course, take note of what exactly his room mate was doing. In a scenario where large numbers of people were imprisoned like this the creation of weapons was natural, and in this case it was an essential part of survival. "I see you made it through last night. Did you get bitten?"