Wesker had nearly given up on the idea of you joining his side. At least, in the work sense. You never showed any interest in his new world or training. Which, annoyed him. But what could he expect from a teenage girl?

Currently, he sat at the counter of his kitchen, drinking coffee and watching you cook. You did most of the cooking around the house.

He cleared his throat and spoke up. "Have you been training? Can you aim that rifle yet?"