She glared at him a moment. "What do you mean our world? This is New York... And what do you know what I need? I know how to make what I..." She dropped the gun and held her arm close. She needed one of her shots, but could she trust Wesker wouldn't take the last two she had and the journal...
"Of course you wouldn't help, after all you pretty much stood by waiting for the chance to steal Dad's work. If you're not going to help then out of my way. I have work to do, cleaning up after the two of you." She turned to leave having a feeling he probably would shoot her in the back, but didn't care, if she was lucky it would be a real death, and she wouldn't wake up again. If not, well she'd wake up and continue trying to fix what was done to her.