"I can't afford to be anything but." Wesker admits matter-of-factly and finally picks up his own glass properly this time to empty it in a single go. He sets it back down onto the table, picks up his phone instead and stands. He needs to find someone else. Someone preferably human that can be threatened if need be. Trying to threaten a robot is beyond pointless. A waste of time when wasing time is another thing he can't afford.

And so he makes to leave the bar to return out into the snow with one final nod towards the chicken-keeping robot.