[The feed shows Wesker in his bedroom (one post of the four-poster bed visible in the background), clearly standing in front of a dresser or something, glasses off, hair ungelled and falling over his forehead, clad in a black tee shirt meant for a slightly shorter and proportionately less robust version of himself. He's currently retouching the black polish on his close-trimmed nails (never visible given the gloves he wears constantly, but he pauses, eye on the device, a small, mischievous smirk playing over his face. He dips the polish brush back into the bottle on the dresser top and with his free hand, reaches to the device, hitting a few buttons.

[Something a lot peppier than a waltz starts to play. Game faced, he goes back to patching his polish, as if nothing had happened.]