Wesker held the boy's eyes for a beat longer, head tipping enough to find the child as he ducked around his mother's hip (I can still see you). Then, as if Bailey simply ceased to exist, the whole of his attention shifted to the woman behind which he cowered.

He judged her with a silent rise of a pale eyebrow, though he did award her a few begrudged points for her willingness to insert herself so readily.

"You may want to consider teaching him to ask before grabbing," Wesker advised her. "Not all victors are nearly as discerning as I as to when to bite."