Sinclair may think they've struck out, but Jack is pretty sure they might've struck gold. Just... give him a minute to... math.
There is a comic interlude of lip-pursing, finger-counting, occasional muttering, and great concentration.
One hundred and thereabouts out of two fifty! Is... one fifty. Then x = 160-ish plus wait he has to start again. What did he start with? Okay, if he can count on one-sixty give or take maybe ten, and he needs... wait, he's gotta go back and do that sum again.
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Sinclair may think they've struck out, but Jack is pretty sure they might've struck gold. Just... give him a minute to... math.
There is a comic interlude of lip-pursing, finger-counting, occasional muttering, and great concentration.
One hundred and thereabouts out of two fifty! Is... one fifty. Then x = 160-ish plus wait he has to start again. What did he start with? Okay, if he can count on one-sixty give or take maybe ten, and he needs... wait, he's gotta go back and do that sum again.
He claps in triumph. Math is hard.
"One little sister!"