"You have an insanely good eye for reading people." — Chris
Interrogation had been in progress for the better part of half an hour, and Wesker had elected to sit quietly, gaze pinned on the suspect with an intent, unrelenting stare able to cause discomfort by just watching him watch the other party.
Arms crossed over his chest, he had left it to Chris to lead the interrogation, his pen — engraved with his name — flying over a piece of paper pinned to a clip board every now end then, not leaving out any detail perceived.
By the end of it, he had run down his observations in a cold, calculated manner, even-voiced and stoic, fact after fact being brought down with no forgiveness or empathy. The suspect had seemed close to sending his breakfast back out into the world any moment as the both of them left the interrogation room.
It was then as they moved through the hallway and towards the stairs leading up into the second floor that Chris had spoken up, his words hanging in the air between them as Wesker seemed to not hear them momentarily, handing the secretary sitting behind her desk the clipboard as he passed her station.
Only when they passed through the door and into the great hall did Wesker slow his steps, standing close to the railing overlooking the entrance below, one hand placed on the rich wooden surface.
"A good eye for details, maybe," he spoke quietly, with the same, even voice that had hammered out observation and evidence in the suspects face moments prior.
His gaze wandered to where his point man was standing, considering him briefly before he rolled one shoulder in a one-sided shrug.
"…and a fairly good pattern-recognition."
It was his way of handing out a joke, although not many understood his sense of humor — not that it bothered him too much.
Chris, on the other hand, had caught his attention with the remark he made, the fact that he was able to deduce facts about Wesker while interrogating a third party piquing a mild interest in the other man's skills. He was quite observant himself.
Something Wesker had noticed on occasion, and carefully filed away.
Someone as alert as the other could become a problem in the long run. Or a valuable asset.
"You did well in there."
Rare was it that he dished out praise for someone's work, but he did when it was appropriate. And so far, his S.T.A.R.S. had not disappointed him, all things considered.
"A couple more times and you can train the remaining others. Forest can certainly use some more practice."
A sharp exhale through his nose conveyed his irritation about the man — not enough to be palpable, just noticeable for the lack of emotions displayed altogether. Forest was a skilled man, certainly, but his discipline was lacking in Wesker's eyes. Enough to have his captain's eyes on him more closely, for the time being.
With the ongoing investigations in terrorist activities throughout the city, they would likely all need to branch out their skill sets sooner rather than later.
