The hulking man was now sitting. He took in a watery breath, coughed, then spat to the floor. There were still utterly terrifying blank spots in his mind, but they would undoubtedly clear.
"Has Umbrella's database been taken?" It was asked with some amount of trepidation.
He could smell the man not too far away from him, feel his heat. He felt slightly off, and not just from the virus.
Something occurred to him. He had known of William Birkin's hibernation, but had never asked Spencer if he had planned to resurrect him, so to speak. Apparently Spencer was pulling out all his trump cards. "Interesting, that you're actually alive. It seems Spencer has found some use for you. And has beaten back the virus to a significant degree."
The other, younder man, was obviously unafraid. It was nothing Sergei was unused to. The civilians in the corporation usually held no fear out of pure ignorance. Sergei suspected this one was a combination of that and arrogance. Probably more arrogance.
He slid off the table, feet on the floor. He swayed for a moment, before anchoring himself again.
Another revelation- he himself was alive. He was needed- Sergei had no illusions. It was unlikely Spencer kept him alive out of sentiment alone. He was needed.