"Careful with those ones, friend. As much as you have a knack for studying the enemy very closely, I worry for their influence on you." She wasn't going to hide it. She trusted Wesker implicitly, but she also worried that the zealots were the sort who might cater to his darkest nature.

She held up what looked like a vial of black ink and winked at him, placing it on the counter. "Squid ink... or to be more specific? My ink." A cough and a dark chuckle followed. "It seems we can indeed produce it. I've been thinking of looking into researching the old antidote formula, seeing it can be produced here."