Cal stays at the opening to the cockpit, bracing himself once the ship's taken up. He can't help but feel a slight pang as his thoughts briefly drift to when it would be Merrin in the pilot's seat. Once the ship steadies and it becomes clear they're not going anywhere, he leans back against the side wall, folding his arms.

At least Wesker's not unreasonable. Just stubborn. He could almost feel sorry for the man as he senses the conflicted emotions.

"...no. Ignoring things just because you don't like them won't change fact, unfortunately," he says as he glances at the man seated there.