Wesker gazed at the vials placed upon the desk in front of him, his eyes trained on them as if his life depended upon him looking at them.

It took every fiber of his being to resist the urge to knock them off and scatter them upon the floor, but he was quickly losing the battle as his hand reached out subconsciously, his ears twitching in anticipation.

The sound of your entry into the lab snapped him back to his senses, though not before he knocked off vials, glass scattering on the tile.