There was a notable pause from Claire as she absorbed the information. It wasn't much of a revelation, unfortunately. She'd seen similar situations before and, if nothing, it earned the woman some sympathy. Not that she was asking for it.
"Yeah," she spoke up, exhaling rather heavily as her leaning position shifted. "Same song, pretty much. But where we come from, Wesker is dead." Survival was never off the table, and it would've been just their luck, but the pressing issue wasn't so much where he came from as what they could do about it.