Wesker smiled, never a good sign, and not a benevolent look. He was careful to keep the look out of his tone when he responded, but it was there all the same, and he was somehow, quite sure that HUNK knew.
There was one word that stood out in HUNK's short response - can. Can implied that he was able, but was he acting of his own accord, or under orders from Spencer to string Wesker along?
Regardless, Wesker was interested in the intel. Once hearing it, he could formulate his own plan, keeping the information in mind, but on reserve.
He sat back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. "Go on," he offered.