It's probably never going not be darkly amusing watching Jack plunder dead splicers. And watching Jack turn her pockets inside out helps give Sinclair something to focus on other than the fact that he was probably seconds away from a brutal death just a minute ago.

His cigarette burns down to the butt and he flicks it away, severely tempted to go for another one. But Jack is probably waiting for him to get up and moving again, so after another second of collecting himself, he balances himself on the wall and stands.

"Ready to try it again?"