Same thing, different locations. Islands, terrorist bases, secret laboratories, it’s all the same thing that Ada is always after: some sort of virus. The viruses have become her way of making money, what has kept her in business so she can survive. It’s safe to assume that with everything she’s been through and everything she’s seen, there’s nothing that can get under her skin.

Yet there she is, looking into the cell at you with a more curious but cautious expression. You don’t look infected, yet you also don’t look dangerous. Why you’re locked up, she doesn’t know. And she won’t ask questions as that’s a sure fire way to get a bullet to the brain. Still, thanks to a certain blonde rookie cop back in Raccoon City, she’s had a lot more trouble controlling her emotions.

“Look at you, pathetically sitting there. Almost as if you’ve given up. But, I suppose I should help you only so I don’t have to deal with the repercussions of leaving you later.” Unlocking the door, she’s trying to not to sound concerned. She can fool you but she can’t fool herself. She just can’t bear the thought of leaving you here to die when she can at least give you a fighting chance.