Well at least now he's only a couple feet from solid ground, but okay...he's ready to be put down now. You can put him down now Jack. Jack? You can...oh.

Sinclair looks back and notices Jack repositioning himself, puts the pieces together well enough. Although landing somewhere dry might have been nice. Can't win 'em all.

He stands up, back of his shirt soaked through. There's nothing he can really do about it, but he figures it's probably the least of his concerns at the moment. Walking up to the banister, he leans over and calls down to Jack.

"Give me just a few seconds, sport, and I'll be back with a rope."

...Or something. Hopefully.