Stubborn. And cautious. And at least at a bit of a loss. It had taken years to finally break free from Umbrella and its hold over him. Years of hunting down information and people. Stealing the first and eliminating the second. Years of building careers only to sacrifice them. Years of research, years of secrets, years of adapting not only to the loss of his humanity. But in the end it had all worked out, finally allowing him to properly set his mind on his own goals. Goals that he couldn't pursue now. Not without his contacts, his resources and anything he had built in secret.

Fine. He will consider it an unplanned detour. A detour that means he needs to reorganize his entire life. Again.

"I need a place where I can work." Which may sound like a sudden jump, but to Wesker it only makes sense to not waste any more time. He reaches over to the controls again to quickly enter the necessary commands to take the ship back down. "Since restoration efforts are apparently the goal, I need to know who organizes and oversees them. What utilities and resources are available? Any medical centers, labs, factories, notable structures not necessarily on this map." As he goes through the list, Wesker already steps away from the pilot seat again. He has no intention of taking this ship on some predetermined routes. Not when there is more important matters to attent to.