Wesker's office door is flung open suddenly. The man stares impassively at the surprised faces of the Alpha team, but there's a tick in his jaw as his eyes scan their faces. He sniffs indignantly.

"If someone is sick," he begins– making it clear that by 'sick,' he means 'in heat or rut'– "I assume I don't need to tell you to go home." The sickly sweet scent that has permeated the office all afternoon is affecting him more than he's letting on.