— ...And here I thought my worst enemy was going to be the zombies, not time...

His voice is laced with dry amusement as he surveys the broken tram, grease smudged on one cheek. He leans against the rusted hood, cigarette dangling lazily from his lips

— Carlos seems awfully cozy with Jill, nyet? Though I suppose I can't judge - anyone would look competent compared to those idiots we started with. Hah! Still, keeping watch. Don't want Umbrella's pet attack hound breaking down that door.

He taps the grip of his sidearm, smirk returning.