Wesker snorted - but not in response. Merely trying to clear his nose, he squeezed his nostrils and sniffed, and will himself to ignore the headache already forming behind his eyes.

He had hoped to meet the infected, after all, and here the Capitol had gone done all the work of finding it for him.

"A gift from the virus," he said simply, slipping his glasses back on and finally turning to look squarely at the creature sitting at his side. He couldn't smell T on him, in him,... but he could hardly smell anything at the moment. "No less than the ones she gave you."