Teja snorted, the closest thing to a smile she'd see out of him now that they were in public and he decided to be in character. His posture had changed (barely, the way he held himself was already eerily similar to Wesker), his stride had become similar to Wesker's in the later games, a smooth, but professional, intimidating walk. If he had to, he could bust out some of the fighting moves that he knew which were indicative of the character, as well. Sure, his contacts didn't glow, and he wasn't capable of superhuman speed and strength, but when he started to speak, this time, he put emphasis on the more English tones of his voice. His voice was lower than Albert's, but no less creepy or snide.
"Only if they're professionals or press. I don't want to take the money out of the pockets of the already-poor."