[The waitress chirpily repeats the order back, then sashays off to the kitchen Wesker keeps his face impassive, but a tiny shift of his head indicates he may have had an eye on her.]

You'll have to excuse me for for watching her so intently. She looked familiar till I scrutinized her. [In his slightly aroused state, he's trying hard not to think of the long-lost Miss Mueller.]

[He turns back to The Doctor, crossing his legs under the table top.]

An obvious question, but it needs to be asked: what do you make of this place? A social experiment or a cruel joke? Or some combination of the two?