A human with a revolver pointed straight at his ugly, smelly face.

Tenenbaum, too, expected splicers.

Or... splicers that weren't him, at least. Although if he's here, that might confirm a theory she has about the window-shuddering crash that went down some number of hours ago. It definitely seemed to be a failed escape attempt by someone, and why not Rapture's latest big man on campus?

Her mouth tightens. Even out of contact, she expected to run into him sooner or later. Rapture is an unfortunate place, after all.

"Jack."

She does not move her finger off the trigger.