Ada lets the topic of Baofu drop. She stares at her cocktail while she thinks, and then finally decides to just be blunt. It's one of her specialties, after all.

"Because I owed a debt to Albert Wesker. Finding you...would have meant being ordered to kill you. Like in Spain." Her finger brushes the rim of the glass slowly. "Luckily by then I was....no longer forced under Wesker."