A displeased grimace is what Cal receives in response before Wesker's disapproval is being directed at the data point again and from there creeps over to the grounded ships. "With all due respect, these don't look like they should be flown to begin with." And he is pretty sure he wouldn't know how to fly anything like this. Helicopters, yes. Those he had been trained to fly but nothing else.

The part with the information transfer, however... That part can be put to the test. The other orb had been drawing him in, this one not so much. It feels a little like admitting defeat when he reaches a hand out towards the data point and Wesker is ready to pull it back immediately should anything happen. But much to his displeasure he is proven wrong and nothing aside from the mentioned information transfer takes place. It doesn't even hurt. It's quick, clean, efficient and he pulls his hand back to himself again only to regard it for a moment as if his own limb has just betrayed him. He turns his attention over to the ship and has to admit that Cal hasn't lied about this particular detail.

"This is... Bad." Wesker concludes through half grit teeth but then shakes his head once before fully turning towards the ships and quickly stepping towards them. Maybe this isn't as bad after all. He can leave now!