You run out from escaping your cell, still in the worn inmate uniform. You move a hand up, trying to pick at the collar around your neck. At first you didn't hear Claire approach from behind, the barrel of a gun pressed against the crown of your head. Then traced over the numbers on the back of your uniform, concluding that you weren't one of them.

"I guess you're not with Umbrella then, are you?" Claire says, tilting her head and moved the gun away. "I'm Claire Redfield." Still wary of you.