What are you talking about, Jack's nothing like his father. You should see his golf swing. Could almost kill a man.

As a distraction from the moment, Jack pulls up a piece of floor tile, starts tossing it back and forth several inches above his hands. The frown's gone light and uncertain. He's not sure whether Sinclair is on his side in this or not.

whatever his side is because let's be real they're both compensating for something here

"I can kill a Big Daddy in a few minutes," he says presently. His tone isn't boastful. He's just trying to break the silence, maybe get them back onto a course of action.