After a long, long while, Eponine finally staggered up the stairs to where Wesker sat ensconced on his dragon head. She smiled shyly as she approached, and then, a bit nearer, bobbed an inelegant curtsey.

"Monsieur Wesker, I should say congratulations."

She moved forward again though, looking not at Wesker, but at the dragon head.

"Is it real?"