Wesker turned as the doors opened, wondering who the newest arrival would be. Chris, Jill and Barry hadn't been a surprise. Observing HUNK standing in his position in the corner also hadn't been much of a surprise. The screen at the center of the room, displaying a large Umbrella logo in the center, with the former company's motto emblazoned beneath it was telling - Spencer didn't have the courage or the stupidity to attend this little gala personally.
Nicholai Ginovaef did not stalk or skulk into the room in either of his generally predictable manners. What he did instead had Wesker on his feet in a split second of pure instinct, whirling at the door. His muscles tensed, but he refrained from dropping into a fighting position - no sense in getting the Jackal any more worked up than he already was. It was unecessary, anyway. Wesker could take him on pure strength and speed alone without a moment's hesitation, he knew, if it came down to that. Nicholai was an accomplished fighter, but his skills had nothing on Wesker now.
Chris' outburst was a minor distraction, pulling Wesker's attention and dividing it between self-preservation and antagonistic indulgence. When HUNK propelled himself across the room and put himself between Nicholai and the rest of the room, Wesker let his attention shift slightly.
"Chris," he began, eyes and body shifting to focus on his former subordinate, while still keeping Nicholai in his peripheral. "How nice to see you." He smirked, the expression reaching all the way up to his eyes which were, as always, shielded by dark sunglasses. "I received an invitation," he continued smoothly. "Same as you did. Perhaps you should redirect your questions. I'm sure Ozwell will have a little Q&A session once this little presentation of his gets underway, if you have a little patience."
He shifted his gaze back toward Nicholai, assessing the threat level of the Russian, and indicating to Chris that his attention was more deserved elsewhere at the moment.
"That never was your strong point."
He didn't even spare an acknowledgment to Jill or Barry, though he noted their presence and reactions. As entertaining as it might be to pass jibes with his former subordinates, there was a more pressing threat standing in the doorway in the form of one angry (and more likely than not, somewhat inebriated) Russian. Even with HUNK involved, it was best to keep an eye on a loose canon like Nicholai.