Wesker followed, doggedly pursuing, trailing the bitter scent of her fear as it twisted and turned down the paths of Tomorrowland. He tracked her until the trail suddenly veered away, traveling impressively upward.

He could have continued after her... but after a moment's consideration, he decided against it, staring up in the direction she'd climbed, his expression unreadable.

Some other time.

For now, rest and a chance for the virus to complete its work.