In answer, Jack swaps the gun for a nearly-full pack of Oxford Club. Once he's put the coffee down he even proffers his other hand alongside them, pilot light burning. It's like having your own personal butler and lighter-on-legs!

He's still keeping his head up and eyes sharp for splicers, but they seem to be in the clear for now. So his eyes fall on the crawler. That... huh, that was a surprisingly good shot, considering. He is sort of proud on Sinclair's behalf there.