Like Wesker, Tom's found that the information is by far the best part of being a Peacekeeper. He has eyes over the entire city, and over the next few weeks he spends as much time watching his coworkers as he does the citizenry. He's sure, naturally, that they're doing the same to him. Tributes don't become Peacekeepers if they don't have at least some eye on the future.

"The way you're watching that screen, someone might think you're eyes deep in a rugby game, lad."

It's only been a few days since Tom's reached the same position Wesker has - a Peacekeeper and a Mentor - and yet the way Tom carries himself it's as if they've always occupied that same small rung, with only Kevin to accompany them (and him having been shuffled off to the marketing department, where his penchant for business jargon seems better appreciated). If anything, it might seem as if Tom wants to hold himself above Wesker, and is holding back not out of respect but out of some lip service towards good etiquette.

Tom uses his cane to walk over to one of the chairs in the command console and take a seat. He has a mug of coffee, which he's had made fresh because like hell is he going to drink the swill they had in the pot ever the weekend. He leans back.

"Mind sharing what's got your attention so?"