Sep 24, 2007 12:38
He never wanted to set foot in a lab again; he's spent too long in labs.
He's also spent too long with his body desperately trying to flush acid out of his system; it feels like it got back along the optic nerve somehow, even.
On the bright side, he can breathe comfortably, with only a lingering burn that's probably going to last a day or two no matter what.
But he doesn't have many words for Wesker, when the other man hits the laboratory: a flick of his hand, a glance through his less-damaged eye. The techs tried to rinse it with water, but the scientist in residence knows nothing about plagas and everything about alligators.