Barry tugged harder, landing the young man back in his seat before Wesker got the bright idea to reach across the table and strangle the impulsive young man. The roiling in his gut was joined by a cold prickling of apprehension up and down his back and arms. He shot a look at Jill, and saw she had a little more self preservation that Chris, and had smartly stayed mostly where she had been, but was clearly as disturbed as the rest of them. "Just sit down, Jill," he said quietly.
He glanced over his shoulder to get a fix on the on-going Russian-tackling exploit, and saw that the smaller man had broken down the Russian and was holding him in place for... whatever reason. He'd have to keep his eye on them, lend assistance if he had to.
He looked back to Wesker, and asked, voice low and wary, a bit of unfriendliness riding the undertones, "What are you doing here."