"Allowed?" The man stops in in tracks which leaves him right in front of one of the ships. He'd almost be close enough to punch his growing frustration into the vessel's front. He's been trapped here. He certainly won't be asking permission to leave.

What's bad is that Wesker doesn't understand what just happened. How he can suddenly understand terms and processes he hadn't ever heard of before at all. And he hates not understanding. Uncertainty is not a feeling Wesker has any use for. Especially since the last time he had felt uneasy and anxious about anything it had turned out to be a trap programmed right into his mind.

Wesker picks up his step again, keeping his attention on the ships he passes. One of them should open up according to Cal and sure enough, one of them does. "I'm leaving." He announces plainly and enters the ship in question. If this has ever been a regular aircraft at any point in its existence, someone did a very good job at covering that up. Though Wesker has to admit at least to himself that he is beginning to doubt his own doubts.