Finally, back in her hotel room, a warm shower taken and clothes changed, Rebecca hears her phone chime. She'd already been tired from a day spent in the lab, but after being followed and fighting Plaga in the metro it's turned to exhaustion. Hopefully, the student, Hera, is faring better.
Never is she leaving her gun behind again.
Billy's name flashes across the screen, and she heaves a sigh, taking a moment to consider how to reply.
[ Text: Billy ] Not exactly. I came here to give a second opinion on samples, the incident in the MARTA was not expected.
She pauses, still feeling unsettled when dwelling on it. Someone had been commanding those bows, and C-virus was in play as well. Between this incident, the sample from Palm Springs, and Preston Balfour's visit... there's too much interest in her work currently for her own comfort. Rebecca is no stranger to situations like this, but the last time such interest had been directed towards her work, she'd ended up kidnapped by Glenn Arias.
[ Text: Billy ] It's possible. You might want to contact Hunnigan. I'm not sure what I'm looking at here yet but... I don't like it, Billy. Especially after NYC.